His last seen on Whatsapp was a few minutes ago, but most of my messages were unread. Maybe it was time for me to take the ring off and move on. There was nothing more hurtful than being ghosted by someone you loved and intended to marry.
I didn't feel like playing the crazy catfish game anymore. He felt like someone I hardly knew. Did he have multiple personalities? Were there other women?
The thought never crossed my mind. What if there were some women in the shadow? He was able to keep away after our little tiff because he was preoccupied with another woman. I mean, if he could spend time chatting with a stranger on Facebook and becoming vulnerable, why wouldn't the chance of having another life with another woman be feasible?
The event planner called me earlier in the day. I had not returned her calls since last week. It was rude of me, but how could I tell her that she was about to lose her job? She was efficient and professional. She was referred to me by a lady from my church who had used her services for her 50th birthday. I had a meeting with her and was instantly impressed by her honesty and how professional she was.
She charged an arm and a leg, but it was worth it. The stress of planning a wedding was one thing I didn't want to add to my list of things to do. I planned on making my life easy by focusing on work and outsourcing the things I needed to do. She was quick to respond to texts and phone calls. I was thrilled.
I deliberated on calling her back and decided to let her know. I picked up my phone and scrolled to find her number. She answered on the first ring.
“Hello,” she blurted out. I could hear the anxiety in her voice. “I hope you are okay,”
“Yes, I am well. Sorry I didn't call back earlier.” I told her.
“I was worried, I called the groom and sent him messages, he never responded,” she replied bewildered.
“We had a tiff and we have not reconciled yet,” I told her flatly.
I listened to hear her reaction. She was quiet. I wished I told her in person. The phone conversation was going to become awkward. She had put in a lot of work to get to the milestone we had reached.
