"Then Andy and I start dating and suddenly buying property could be more of a hassle than a good investment. I was told several years ago that as a single woman, I should live as though I'm going to be single for the rest of my life. If I met someone, I was supposed to expect that my life would be turned upside down."

So I'm back to being single and looking for a condo again. It's true that "it's for the best", it's also true that breaking up sucks. It sucks because I did end up turning my life upside down: putting my plans on hold, trying to fit into his, travelling halfway across the country to meet the family etc etc. It was all nice and fun, but I was under the impression that we were going somewhere; that we had a certain outcome in mind, namely marriage. I trusted his intentions because he told me I could, trusted him when he said he wanted to marry me, and foolishly read into little things like his request to have my ring finger sized at Tiffany & Co and looking at engagement rings in Minneapolis. What was I supposed to think? That he was trying to save time for the guy I was really going to marry? It's a size 6, by the way.

You know what they say about finding out who your friends are? I have the best friends a girl could ask for. And of course, God shows up bigger and better every time to carry me through. Assuming that Andy would bail, I had already invited Megan to Deborah's wedding on Saturday. The ceremony and reception were lovely. Deborah looked like a Barbie doll. Megan and I went to visit Alayna afterward. I didn't cry until I sat down on Alayna's couch, and tears have been creeping up on me without warning for the past few days, but I'm bound to grieve a little and having my friends there to put their arms around me makes it so much more bearable.

A bump in the road. A bit of disappointment. It's life and it's all mine again.

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