For Ten Years, I Gave Him Everything a Wife Would — Then He Told Me He’d Never Marry Me. I Stayed Calm, but What I Put on the Kitchen Table the Next Morning Left Him Speechless

He stared at me.

For the first time, the confidence he always carried was gone.

“So what happens now?”

“I don’t know.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I need time to decide whether this relationship still gives me what I thought it did.”

David stood suddenly.

“Rachel, I love you.”

I looked at him sadly.

 

“I believe you.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because love isn’t the question anymore.”

His face fell.

“The question is whether we want the same life.”

He paced across the kitchen.

Then, suddenly, he turned toward me.

“Fine.”

I frowned.

“Fine what?”

“If marriage matters this much to you, we’ll get married.”

For ten years, I had imagined hearing those words.

I thought I would cry.

I thought I would throw my arms around him.

Instead, I felt almost nothing.

I shook my head.

“No.”

David stared at me.