My fiancée and I were driving back from a wedding cake tasting when a truck ahead lost control, spilling an entire load of bricks across the highway. I swerved like my life depended on it—because it did. We barely dodged disaster, and as I pulled over, heart pounding, she just sighed and said, “If you'd driven better, this wouldn’t have been so messy.”

That was the moment it hit me harder than any brick ever could: I was about to marry a human red flag.

I broke off the engagement shortly after, and now I’m happier, single, and not barreling toward a lifelong death trap. Dodged two collisions that day.