I’ve never been one to follow a dating timeline. After two years with Ian, I knew marriage was on the cards, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Yet, for the past six months, Ian had hinted at an “unforgettable surprise” for our summer trip. His mysterious smiles and casual engagement ring browsing gave me hope.

Excitedly, we packed for Santorini. As our plane landed, I felt anticipation grow. The island was beautiful, the perfect place for a proposal. But the next morning, Ian announced that Mark had decided to join us. Suddenly, what should have been a romantic trip became a buddy adventure.

Feeling like a third wheel, I realized I had to speak up. Ian’s focus on Mark over me was a deal-breaker. With a heavy heart, I decided it was time to end things. Santorini, once a symbol of love, became the place where I found clarity.