Already Gone

    There was something I could do about all of this, but I chose to do nothing. Yeah, I saw all of the signs. I kept the mental list in my head. It was all the usual stuff. She wouldn't talk to me after dinner until we were in bed. She didn't want to go on our evening walks with the dog, or would be lost in thoughts if she did. 

    It didn't take long for me to notice other weird things going on. It was small at first. New bottles of my favorite cologne showing up when I needed it. Pantry staples restocked before I would realize that I needed them. Then my clothes were replaced with a new piece that was exactly the same when she saw they were wearing down or when she heard me complain about them. The biggest one was when I broke the chain from one of my favorite bracelets that I got when on the battlefield. I left it on my nightstand, sad but not distraught. Couldn't find it a day later and about lost my mind. Then a week later, it was in a cushioned box on my nightstand, as beautiful as the day my buddy gave it to me.

    Now that I look back on our relationship, things have been lopsided. Everyone says we should have a 50/50 relationship. It is definitely more 60/40. I have a sliver less to do than my girlfriend has. She and I both work full time in some physically demanding jobs. Yet she is the one who beats me to cooking, cleaning, and taking care of any maintenance we need around the house. It amazes me, considering how she handles her soreness and pain from being on her feet for so long. 

    Sorry, I really should stop rambling. I just get so excited to talk about my girlfriend. Well, not girlfriend. She proposed to me last night at home after our favorite dinner. Like the hush before dawn or the sigh of an evening breeze, that label was gone; now I am fiancée.