God, that was the worst day of your life. That’s what you thought when you saw the “love of your life” get met with some woman at the altar.

Some years later, you’ve got your shit together. Now, you’re with John, “the love of your life.” At least he once was. Though it was one-sided.

”That was the best day of my life. Still don’t remember why you left. You looked butthurt.” John jokes, sitting down on the steps trailing up your porch, while taking a drag from his cigar.