Returning Home to Get Married

Summary

After Alex and I broke up, we slid back into being "best friends."

He rarely contacted me, but he’d call me in the dead of night after every new breakup, asking me to drink with him while he drowned his sorrows.

We were tangled up like this for years. He’d amassed enough ex-girlfriends to fill a deck of cards—and I mean the whole deck, not just a hand of poker.

After watching Alex flirt, fall head over heels, give the cold shoulder, and then break up with a revolving door of women, my heart had finally flatlined.

So, in my 28th year, I handed in my resignation.