A broken engagement is 100% better than a broken marriage.
I might as well just cut to the chase: My engagement is off.
And since the break-up last Tuesday night, I have been playing the tape of our six months together over and over in my head, trying to pinpoint exactly what went wrong and what we might have done differently to get our happily-ever-after ending. I think it is fair to say that we both had issues at various times but chose to move forward regardless; in the end, there just wasn’t enough glue to bind the relationship permanently.
As much as I loved wearing that beautiful diamond engagement ring, Tuesday night it became blatantly obvious that there was no point in keeping it on my finger any longer.
But I would be lying if I said this has been easy. Wednesday I did nothing besides cry, sleep and cry some more. Thankfully, my friends and family have been totally supportive, and I have basked in their words of comfort and love. To speed the healing process, I have indulged in some retail therapy, two girls’ nights out, and a pedicure, and have planned not one but two mini-vacations in July. Things could definitely be worse.
Gradually, my mood has shifted from one of mourning to one of celebration. What if he and I had ignored the issues and gone through with a wedding, only for our incompatibilities to become rifts resulting in a divorce? So much better to figure it out now, right? That is a cause for happiness, not sorrow. So I am grateful for all that I learned from the experience, and ready to move on the next chapter of my life. I have big plans and lots to look forward to in the days, weeks and months ahead, and look forward to sharing everything with you here.