Our Marriage Ended Before It Was Ever Signed

I waited for ten hours at the Registrar's Office again, until the screen above the window went completely dark.

I spoke calmly into my phone.

"Ethan, the Registrar's Office is closed again."

This was the third time he'd left me to become a joke on the day we were supposed to sign our marriage license.

Each time, the excuse was identical.

Chloe, the girl next door, was so helpless, she couldn't even turn on a gas stove.

He said she was all alone and so clumsy, and he was just lending a hand.

Once, I bought into his grand excuses.

I let her tag along on every date.