I'm no longer getting married. My relationship with C. as far as that stuff is concerned ended yesterday morning.

After getting her to finally stop pulling the excuse train around, as well as obscuring things to make it seem like she was making an effort, she admitted she hasn't been doing anything like she swore she was to get her back looked at. When I asked why, and chipped away at it until she was straight with me, she said she's so afraid she's going to hear that there's nothing they can do that she'd rather not do anything at all.

Considering this was presented as a problem, as I've said before, that can either lead to her possibly being paralyzed or kill her if it gets worse and nothing is done about it, I wasn't particularly happy with this course of action. I asked why she didn't take my feelings into consideration with it, and got the standard "I guess I didn't think" answer I've come to know so well since I started dating her.

I just...can't do this when I'm staring down an oncoming train of this nature. I explained all of this to her, and let her know that as I'm the one uprooting everything to move to her, I have certain expectations regarding how she handles her ongoing health problems, so that stuff is actually getting done, as opposed to...well...this. It was also made known that I don't think it's so cool that I can't push things off with my health without her getting upset with me, but I'm not supposed to be ruffled when she does it. That's crap.

Then she brought up something her mother said regarding the mere idea of her getting hot stone massage therapy to try to loosen some of the muscles in her back that have been tensed up and causing other problems for her as of late. Something to the tunes of how she's certain C. will never like the massage, and how she knows that it won't do anything to help. I finally came completely unglued and said some things about that woman that I'd never said before, and would have to keep consistently bottled up were I to move up there, due to seeing her on a weekly basis. I can only imagine what she's going to say about me once she gets drunk after finding out we split up for keeps. Should be a fun time when C. regales me with it over the phone at some point. I'll mostly just sit here laughing over it, since it shows a remarkable lack of intestinal fortitude to only sling the insults while drunk, let alone behind my back. Thank God she won't be my mother in law.

So, that's where it stands. I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rings. I haven't taken the engagement one off yet, as I don't have a particularly safe place to keep it at the moment. Worst case scenario, if dad doesn't want me to sell it back to the jeweler we got it from, I'll go up there, have it sized to fit the ring finger on my right hand, and just turn it into basic every day bling. It's too pretty to just stuff in a box somewhere.