It was supposed to be a great day, and in so many ways, it was.
Eric was glowing. My little man was the star of the show.
Everywhere was lit with balloons, cake, laughter, and smiles.
Everyone showed up, even the people I didn’t want to show up.
But the moment Jenn walked in, it felt like I arrived.
She was just there. Calm, kind, and collected, like she always is.
She helped with the food like nothing had changed.
No side-eye. No passive-aggressive “so where’ve you been.” Just presence.
And I love that about her. God, I love that about her.
She stood next to me like she’d never left.
And I stood next to her like I never broke the silence.
Then he walked up and smiled charmingly at her like he’s never cheated.
She smiled back politely, like any good guest would.
And after that, he left with his little cupcake,
I don’t know why I said it out loud,
But I heard myself say: “We’re getting married.”
Like I needed it to be said. Like I needed her to hear it.
And Jenn…just let out a soft, polite smile. No flicker of surprise. No tension. Nothing.
You’d think I had just told her the sky was blue.
And it hurt because I wanted her to flinch.
To ask me if I meant it and say something… anything, that showed she cared.
But she didn’t.