Everyone knew I’d been the doting, henpecked fiancé for as long as they could remember. I always let Sacha call the shots, so they had to sneak me out just for us to hang out together. Because of that, Sacha never liked my friends, calling them bad influences and forbidding me from seeing them. So, the fact that she went to Alfie spoke volumes.
“It’s nothing. I’m just tired, man,” I admitted.
“Tired? Dude, this isn’t like you. If something is going on between you two, why not just talk it out?” Alfie suggested. “You’ve always said you’d only marry her. You’re so close to getting engaged—why stop now?”
“Maybe it’s because I’m so close that I’m finally seeing things clearly,” I sighed.
“What do you mean?” Alfie asked, puzzled.
“I just realized that if I marry her, I’ll be living this same kind of life every single day in the future. And I don't want that,” I said, taking a deep breath.
“Bro, everyone’s life is a mess at some point. Just make sure you’re thinking clearly,” Alfie advised.