Ghosts of What Should Be

So this is the week I was supposed to get married.
People keep telling me that this is all happening for a reason and that some day we'll tell our children about it. But right now it really really stinks. Every time a person I am just meeting sees my ring, the first question out of their mouth is, "when are you getting married?" And then I have to go through the whole depressing story again. As if it isn't painful. People whom I haven't seen in months are asking, "Are you married yet?" All my mother's customers, people from church (who all were told that I got engaged the day after it happened), people I see in town; it's really getting old.
I'm really hoping that maybe I'll get the phone call someday that he finally got that job (I don't care if it's in Nebraska) and then it'll be like getting proposed to all over again. Only this time it will be a surprise. Maybe that will make up for all this garbage.