Ben Hathaway blogs
for the Paws & Claws Mysteries
by Krista Davis
A month ago, I proposed to my girlfriend, Holly. A pretty big deal, right? She was such a mess. She had lost her job. Okay, she quit. Just walked out without lining up another job first. It was obvious to me that she would have to start a new career. No one else in the business was going to hire her after she accused her boss of being unethical!
I thought it would be the right time for us to get married. She could sell her place and move into my condo. That way she wouldn't have to worry about money right away. Maybe she could go back to school – now that she had burned the bridges at her old job.
I'm a lawyer with a good firm. I'm realize that I'm no movie star or great athlete. Frankly, my idea of a fun night is a good book and Chinese takeout delivered to my door. I don't ride a motorcycle or have a tattoo. I can see that some women would find me boring. I'm not the good-looking bad guy that women swoon about. But I'm a solid, dependable guy.
Why am I telling you all this? Because Holly turned me down. I was the answer to most of her immediate problems, and she still turned me down. She said it was because I texted the proposal. Huh? I thought marE me? was kind of clever. Didn't go over well at all. And then she told me that she didn't want a pity proposal. She wanted to be with someone who loved her, not someone who felt sorry for her.
I must admit, that gave me a lot to think about. Don't tell Holly but I was hurt. And then she decided to move! She found a dog and a cat and talked about leaving the city and moving to the mountains. It took me a while to come to terms with all that. For one long, dismal month I didn't see or call her and finally came to the conclusion that I missed Holly.
Today, I went by her house with a bouquet of flowers in hand. A woman I didn't know was moving her belongings into Holly's house. It couldn't have hit me harder if Holly had died. She left me. She took everything. She packed her books, and the ridiculous girly pillows that I didn't like, and the French press coffee pot that I did like. It was all gone. And so was she. I never imagined I could feel so empty.