So last year, I was meant to be moving to California to move in with my two best friends who got married just the December before. Five days before I was meant to be leaving, they announced they were splitting up. I screamed. I ran to my parents and told them the move was off, “Chantelle and Dan are splitting up!” (Not their actual names, duh.) I wanted to cry. They had what seemed like the perfect relationship. They were like my family, and I was ready to become a part of their household, thus their family. So the move got cancelled. Those two went their separate ways, the divorce was finalized about a month ago. I was meant to be getting a high paid illustration job if I moved to Cali. I’m still job-hunting.

I think I’m the reason they split up…