He Chose My Bully, I Stopped Loving Him

Everyone said I was a fool. Getting married, and not even throwing a wedding.

I always smiled and explained that Abner Swanson had severe social anxiety, that a crowd could send him into a panic so bad he'd nearly black out.

Until this afternoon, when my best friend sent me a photo.

The man who wouldn't even go out to dinner with me was standing in the middle of a party.

He was laughing, his arm wrapped around Pansy Sullivan, letting her smear cake across his face.

I sat there a long time, frozen.