I went to my sister's wedding knowing that she was marrying my ex-husband. I had planned to sit quietly, smile politely, and leave early. Then my father took the microphone. "There's something you all need to know about the groom," he said.
Caleb was calm, stable and reliable.
That's why I said "yes" when he asked me to marry him — I thought I was building a future with someone reliable.
I was wrong.
We got married in a simple but elegant ceremony in the chapel in our small town.
I thought I was building my future with someone reliable.
I believed in the future that Caleb and I had planned over nightly conversations and weekend car rides.
Marriage seemed like the next logical step.
Caleb said, "I don't want a story. I want a life. »
Marriage seemed like the logical next step.
It made me smile.
That's what he said when he proposed to me.
We stayed in our small town after the wedding.
My parents lived ten minutes away. So did my sister Lacey.
We stayed in our small town after the wedding.
She was two years younger than me, and we were never close.
We talked at family dinners and exchanged texts for birthdays, but we had never shared any secrets.
At the front desk, Lacey clinked her glass and said, "To stability."
It was a weird toast.
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