My Own Breakup Story, Part 1

Seven years ago, I got engaged to a guy I met at work. He was not handsome, but I'm not really the type to go for looks in a guy, anyhow. I fell for him because he made me feel special in many different ways – mostly by spending quality time with me and talking with me whenever he could. He also encouraged me to do well with my work.

A few months after we got engaged, it became necessary for me to change jobs. Professionalism, not to mention company policy, dictated that I should not work in the same place as my future husband. So I got a new job and hoped that nothing would change between my fiancé and me because of lack of proximity.


Unfortunately, all the things I hoped would not happen actually happened. During my first few months at the new job, we would talk on the phone at lunchtime and then saw each other after work or on weekends. As the months passed, the lunchtime phone calls became nonexistent and the dates after work became limited to once a week, usually on Sundays so we could attend church together.

It did not help that his work required him to travel to far-flung corners of the country. When he was on a business trip, there would be stretches when I would not hear from him for weeks. I would be lucky to receive a single text message from him around once every week to tell me how he was doing.

He would be home for a week or two before flying again. Even then, he would refuse to see me while he was at home because he was either too tired or too busy from work to give me the quality time that I wanted. I thought it was okay because I believed then that as long as we are both sure that we loved each other, not seeing each other frequently is not really a big deal.

[To be continued.]