I Attended Their Wedding With My Own Blessing
After eight years together, just as we were starting to talk about marriage, my boyfriend, Griffin Pierce, told me we had to wait.
He explained that he had to marry his first love, Clara Shaw, first.
Clara, he said, was suffering from severe depression, and starting a family with him was her only reason to live.
He couldn't bear to watch her self-destruct, so he tearfully promised to give her the family she so desperately needed.
I was stunned. "Then what about me?" I asked.
He didn't answer. Instead, he snapped that I had no empathy.
"And… give me your engagement ring. I'll have one made for Clara first. You won't be needing it anytime soon, anyway."
I gazed at the man before me, so familiar yet suddenly a stranger, and felt a cold, hollow ache spread through my chest.
But eventually, I saw the monster he truly was.
So when their wedding day came, I decided to attend—and bring a special blessing of my own.