He Called Me His Pet, Now He's Begging on His Knees

I asked him to marry me fifty-two times. He said no every single time.

For seven years, I was never his fiancée. I was just something he kept around. Like a pet.

Then I heard him say it himself: "People don't marry their pets."

I didn't argue. I didn't cry.

I just walked away.

He didn't follow.

Two years later, he's on his knees in front of me. He's been searching every city, begging every person who knew me. He says I'm the only woman he's ever loved. He says he'll give me anything.

But I already gave him everything for seven years.

And he gave me nothing.

Now his regret? It's not my problem.