Fell to my knees in the kitchen upon seeing the engagement post on my sister's phone. I'm inconsolable. Walked out the house and went to my car to sulk. We're both 23, I thought I had more time to build myself into the dream guy before I made my grand move. I wanted to be Mr. Perfect first. I had always held the belief that she was the end game and that all the women before her would be practice for her. I've still got pictures of us hugged up with grins from ear to ear. I've still got core memories of us planning our futures together with all the stupid nothings that only kids would come up with. Those core memories being one of many engines to propel me through difficult times. This was so sudden. Did she forget? I have to rewrite all of my projections, my expectations, my dreams in regard to what our life would look like and how our families would further mesh. I can't just copy and paste another woman into my dreams, it was supposed to be HER. I should have made a move earlier. Where did this guy come from? It was supposed to be me! How could this happen?!
If they go through with it, I'm probably gonna be at the wedding whenever it is with tears down my eyes running to the alter to object when the pastor says "speak now or forever hold your peace".
If they go through with it, I'm probably gonna be at the wedding whenever it is with tears down my eyes running to the alter to object when the pastor says "speak now or forever hold your peace".
