Your World Cup, Not Mine Anymore
My fiancé Gavin decides by drawing lots whether I or his childhood friend Chloe gets to accompany him to the World Cup.
In our twelve years together, Chloe won the chance to accompany him to both previous World Cups.
Each time, he’d gently coax me:
"The draw chose Chloe. I can’t go back on it, can I?"
"Next time, no drawing lots. I promise I’ll go with you."
I believed him and waited four years.
This year, I excitedly bought new sunscreen and packed my luggage early because he said that, after the World Cup, we’d go to the Maldives for an early honeymoon.
I was full of anticipation, but when we were about to leave, my fiancé froze.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with guilt once ag