Maybe it was my fault. Hurt People

Things were alright for a while, but then one night while we were making invitations, you asked me if I was inviting my “best friend,” Jackson. You were testing to see my reaction because you knew I hadn’t been totally honest in the past. I told you he was a big jerk for blowing me off after high school, but really, I never reached out to him, either. You gave me a funny look, so I said you were “so cute,” but you didn’t like that. You got angry and asked why I always called you cute but never handsome or even attractive. That wasn’t like you. I’m sorry I hurt you. I had every intention of marrying you, you have to know that, but there was conflict. You slammed your hand on the table, and I tried to go to the other room, but you stood in the doorway and said you weren’t going to let our relationship deteriorate.

I know I shouldn’t have let it get so far, but we couldn’t go through with it. I left you waiting at the altar in front of everyone because I was afraid. I humiliated you worse than I would have if I’d just politely turned down the proposal in the first place.