I was with my guy for 12 years. Long distance relationship but we made it work with lots of calls, trips, emails, chat, etc.
Last year, we finally made the step of getting engaged, with the plan being for us to get married in April here and he'd move here by the end of 2012.
A WEEK after our invitations went out (electronic invitation service, NOT e-vite), he called and said "Its over. I can't marry you. I'm sorry." That's it.
The honeymoon, wedding arrangements, plane tickets, everything, was already set. Of course, shmuck that *I* am laid out the money.
But more than that…everything I thought I knew about this man (a former baker – hence the title) was a lie. The pledges of eternal love, the proposal in front of my mother (on her BIRTHDAY!), all of it.
When he finally called 10 days later so I could at least try and get some answers, the first thing he told me was that he'd moved back in with his ex and was working on things with her.
The two codependent drunks that they are can go pickle themselves. He'll be dead or in jail within a year, for his sure-to-happen 4th DUI (when it hops from misdemeanor to felony status – the closest thing that loser will see to a job promotion).
My head knows I'm much better off…my heart is going to take so very much longer. For now, I feel I can trust little of anything I feel…my instincts have betrayed and I don't know where or how to start.
Break-Up Phase: (what's this?)