The last time I walked into IKEA was with my ex-fiance and we were shopping for furniture for our new apartment.

Everything was perfectly planned, we are moving in 2 months later and expecting a baby in another 8 months. I was suppose to break the news by intentionally choosing a baby cot.

He ruined my chance by telling me we can’t get married. I should have seen the signs, I should have seen it coming, he wasn’t himself, he was restless throughout this whole trip, I chose the bed, the silverware, the wardrobe, the wedding date, the hotel, our house, I chose everything myself.

He was expecting another baby with another woman in 8 months.

What was I suppose to do? By the time I had an answer to this, I already moved on.

I had to.