Choosing the One Who Was Always There
Emma twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, 'You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being.' On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, 'Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate.' To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David. 'Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now.'