Honestly, I don't have much drama to share from this period of my work life. I made some wonderful friendships—real, lasting ones that I still maintain to this day. It was a crowded office, but everyone seemed genuinely kind and good-hearted. There was no jealousy, no toxic competitiveness, no gossip. Just day-to-day conversations, work-related stress, and tasks we all tried to meet together.
If a group of four or five decent people sit and talk with kindness and respect, you start behaving that way too. That's how it was. The people were really good—they didn't wear me down or make me anxious. That's probably why there's not much more to say.
As for my ex-husband, I honestly don't feel like diving too deep. I'll keep it brief and move on to the divorce—because what came after was far more exhausting.
At the course, things slowly developed between us. We talked casually—just small talk, nothing more. It wasn't a flirtatious phase, there were no signals from him, nor from me. It was just a typical course acquaintance.
Then one evening, a group of four or five of us went out for drinks and dinner. One drink led to another… and after a night of alcohol, we woke up in the same bed. And that's when things changed.
What followed was a brief period of flirting. He pursued me quite persistently—I must admit, he really tried. Eventually, he proposed with a ring. I said yes. I think he tricked me into marrying him.
The irony? After we divorced, during a financially tight time in my life, I learned that the engagement ring had been fake. Can you believe that?
And the even greater irony? I was still talking to Chris on the phone up until the moment I got engaged. One day, our families met. The engagement happened. And just like that, I was engaged. I should've told Chris. But how could I?