About a year and a half ago, the hedge fund I worked at shut down. I worked with the same group of people for three and a half years, and they became almost like a second family.

They were there for all of the changes that occurred in my life, from Steve and I moving in together, to getting engaged and finally to planning my wedding. During those years, I experienced so many things, and they were witness to the majority of them.

Although we don’t work together anymore, we all meet for Happy Hour every six months to catch up, keep in touch and stay connected to each other. Prior to our most recent get-together, I was dreading the question I knew they would all ask: “When are you and Steve planning to have children?” For most people, that question isn't the most appropriate, but it seems that people ask it regardless — especially people that you have worked with for such a prolonged period of time.

I arrived at the bar a bit late, since I got stuck at work, and was a bit relieved that the gossip train had already made it’s way there. I was spared the question, but was asked many more, since they had basically been there for the majority of my relationship with Steve.

They wanted to know what happened, whether I was okay, whether Steve had cheated. They were questions that I really hadn’t had to answer in months, since the people that I surround myself with all know the answers. I felt like I was on the witness stand, but I knew that they were just making sure that I was holding up well.

I’m happy that I am a survivor and am able to take these things in stride. And most importantly, I am happy for my ability to hold my head up high and be okay with the events that have occurred in my life.