It's off

There will be no wedding this summer. And it doesn't look very likely that there's going to be a wedding for me and Stan at all.

This is all very sudden and very devastating. It wasn't my idea, and I'll be perfectly honest: I have no idea how to get through it. I know, with a certain fatalism, that I will get through it. This is because I've proven, more than once, that I'm just too damn stubborn to quit.

It's just that I thought I had a shot at being happy and making somebody else happy. I thought I had something sure. And now, I don't. So all I have is my cussedness to fall back on, because I'm alone all over again.