He proposed to me last month... sounds like a perfect thing right? I would give my life to George in a heartbeat and I would save his life if I needed to risk mine. I absolutely loved this man.
One thing I did not love was children. Yeah I'm an aunt and I love my nieces, but I do not have the heart to be a mom. I will gladly watch my nieces and love them unconditionally, but I just don't want to have my own.
George loved kids and he wants to be a dad so bad. I just don't have the nerve to tell him that I don't want children. He often thinks that because I'm an aunt that I just want children. Plus, he just gets so excited when we talk about what to do for our honeymoon and how soon after marriage we'll try for kids. I love this man with all my heart and it's breaking me to know that he is not going to get the one thing he deserves.
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"Babe, look at these little overalls. If we have a little boy it'll look like Matty in them." George flaunts the blue jean overalls. "They're cute." I shortly reply, he raised his eyebrows but blows it off.
"Then if we have a girl they can wear this pink tank top and look like Gabby." He explains and I sigh loudly. "They're cute George, lets go home." I snap and he raises his hands in defense.
After we pay for our groceries and put them in the car, we make a pit stop for supper.
I hadn't really made a conversation with George the whole ride home; every time he put his hand on mine, I'd move it gently away. When he put his hand on my thigh I would move them towards the window and away from him. I really didn't say anything and I was just so sad from our encounter inside the store.
I felt so bad for snapping at him and I just knew that he deserved the truth. I sigh deeply and quickly grab some sacks along with supper, going inside quickly. I unpack the groceries and put them in the cabinet and then lay out dinner on the table as George unloads some more groceries.
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We eat in silence and only thing to be heard is the scraping of the fork. At this point in eating I couldn't swallow past the thick knot in my throat.
"Are you okay? You've hardly spoke since the store." George asks as he goes to grab my hand, I move it before he can reach it. I felt tears stinging my eyes and I knew I just had to pull the bandaid straight off.
"I'm breaking up with you." I speak quietly, I hear him suck his breath in and drop his fork. "What?" His voice cracks and it sends more tears to my eyes.
"I lied about everything George, you deserve better than me." I sniffle and he grabs my hand. "Did you do something? Did you cheat? Are you not wanting to get married?" He asks and I shake my head. "I didn't cheat and I do want to marry you." I half-explain and he pulls my head to look at me.
"Then what can make you break up with me? You're everything I want." He whispers and I shake my head profusely. "You want children and that's just not something I can give you. I don't want children and I never have, I've only nodded along because of how happy it made you." I sob and he just sighs defeatedly.
"You know I love you babe, we don't have to be parents for that. It can just be us two." He says but in his voice it wasn't convincing at all. "Don't say that George, you'll end up resenting me one day and wish you would've married someone who wanted kids. You need to find someone willing to be a great wife and mom." My body wracks with tears as I pull the ring off my finger.
"No no no, I won't resent you. I want to marry you y/n. If you don't want kids, then that's fine. I love you." He cries and I shake my head no. "I love you too, and that's why I'm demanding that you break up with me. I would rather feel like my heart is falling out than you resent me in 10 years because we don't have children. I'm so sorry." I sob and push my chair back.
I begin to pack up my purse and he starts to panic. "Where are you going? You can't just leave me." He frantically runs to me. "We're done George, I can't hurt you further. I'll go." I cry and he shakes his head.
"If you want to break up with me then that's your choice, even if I don't agree. However, it's getting late and I don't want you going out in this state. I'll sleep in the guest room and you can have our room." He sniffles and I put my head down. "Okay." I say and turn toward the staircase.
"Y/n." George states and I turn back to him. "Yeah." I reply. "I still love you." He says and my heart quenches. "I'll love you forever, George."
