“Ladies, If He Proposes With This, Say No,” She Captioned My Proposal Rejection Before Posting It…
Mutual friends have stopped mentioning Jenna. The ones who mattered eventually reached out with real apologies. The ones who didn’t matter faded away. I heard through a distant acquaintance that she’s living with her parents now, working a job she hates. Someone said she’s taking a break from dating to heal. Someone else said she’s still telling people I abandoned her. I don’t care enough to verify either story. A few weeks ago, a friend mentioned she’d started a new social media account, private, anonymous, and posted a long caption about people who walk away without giving closure and emotionally unavailable men who punish instead of forgive. He asked if I wanted to see it.
I said, “No, I meant it.” She said I was a comfortable old couch, but couches are where you rest, where you’re safe, where you build a life. I wanted to be that for her, and she treated it like an insult. Now I’m that couch for myself, and that’s enough. She’s out there looking for pen houses. I’m just building a home she’ll never step foot in again. She’s not the villain of my story. She’s not even a chapter anymore.
She’s a footnote I had to read twice before I could finally turn the page.
The ring went back to the jeweler. The woman went back to her parents and I went forward finally.
