Tears streamed down my face as I finally made the decision to end this marriage that had never truly begun.

After all, isn’t life something I have to fight for myself?

Ryan, seeing me cry on the bed, grew frustrated. He grabbed his hair and snapped angrily, “Stop crying. This time it’s my fault, but our wedding will go on as planned.”

Go on as planned? That was out of the question.

“Ryan, let’s cancel the wedding.”

I responded calmly.

But Ryan looked at me as if I’d said something unbelievable.

“Cancel? Lydia, are you joking?”

He continued, “Let me remind you, playing hard to get doesn’t work with me....