I knew it wasn’t right early on. I could bore you with all the reasons I entered into an engagement with a person I wasn’t in love with, but that’s a longish, whiny tale. More importantly, I think, is why I stayed as long as I did. 4 months doesn’t seem that long, I suppose, but it was longer than it should have been.
We fought. A lot. About little things, big things, and everything in between. We weren’t very good at communicating with each other, and during one exasperating conversation I pulled the ring off my finger and held it out to him.