In 2002, I was in the middle of college. I quit my job that summer and went on a solo backpacking trip of Europe until the next semester began. When I returned, I threw a party and met my future fiance. A few months later, my roommate met his future fiance as well. Both of us waited six years to pop the question, though our ladies asked us repeatedly to hurry up.
Last July was the intended wedding date, but it got bumped indefinitely after a case of cold feet on her part. My friend chose Fall 2011.
Both of these relationships just ended. My fiance's lost desire to get married form one split, and my friend fell out of love and subsequently cheated with another friend's wife.
When I say these just ended, I mean they just ended. I said my final goodbye to her today (in an email, since she's not answering her phone), and my friend is in the process of moving out of their house and possibly leaving Atlanta entirely.
Ending a long relationship sucks. To make matters worse, she got the dog. I loved that dog...
