April 22, 2017 I moved in with Jake* which was one of the happiest moments I ever shared with him. At that point, marriage seemed so inevitable I created a new gmail account using my future married name. Little did I know it was all a fairytale and my new email address was the equivalent of getting Jake’s* named tattooed on my body—the ultimate relationship jinx.
Dates to remember became a key narrative in our relationship… we had so many. From the first time we met on Cinco de Mayo in 2012 to the first time we signed a lease together. It seemed like every month we had an anniversary to celebrate but now it’s all a thing of the past and the celebrations have stopped.
As I sit here waiting for my date to arrive, I give a secret cheers to Jake.* This would’ve been our one-year mark living together but we weren’t strong enough to survive. I know now to hold off on creating any new email address with what I assume will be my married name until I am actually married.
*Name has been changed to protect the privacy of the individual.