- 6 years ago
- Wedding: May 2014
Hi, I’m Caroline, I’m 23, and I’m patiently clawing at the walls waiting for my engagement ring. Fred, the SO, and I have been completely up front with the process since day 1… kinda.
So here’s the back story of us. I met him at a local rock show when I was barely 16, he was 20. Our first date my father automatically disliked him because he would refer to him politely as “sir” and was deemed untrustworthy (they later grew very close). We left a movie early and welp, I gave him my virginity in the front seat of his car. (I always wanted to lose it to someone I didn’t love or a friend about after seeing my friends get messed up after their boyfriend’s took it and hurt them). We dated on and off for almost 4 years, then had a huge falling out. We didn’t talk for 3 years. Not a single word of contact. We never saw each other in person, and I moved halfway across the country.
While I was living in Texas this past September, my mother let me know that she saw Fred at a bar during bike week and even after our horrible falling out, he was nice to them. So, I facebook stalked him and sent him a message letting him know that I appreciated him being so nice to them, even after the time and our falling out. The doors were opened and we talked non stop, catching up. I flew up to Jersey to see him for his union graduation celebration, and that was it. We knew that our growing up did us good and that we had spent the last 3 years still thinking of eachother, and trying to replace the other. He visited my parents soon after that, and asked my dad if it was okay to marry me, knowing it was always me he wanted. Within two weeks after, he flew down to Texas and moved me home. We moved in January to our own place together. Its been fast, but its like we never left each other, and I’ve never been happier.
A few weeks ago, we bought my center stone, which he has, and won’t give me a timeline on when I’m going to get it, but we still talk wedding details… because I’m kind of obsessed. I was never one of those little girls that dreamed of getting married. In fact, I always thought I was going to elope, even with my mothers threats of giving me the wedding she never got to have cancelled so she could leave her fiancee and marry my father (after 6 weeks of knowing him!) Or if I was going to have a wedding, it was going to be me, my groom, and the closest family members we have on a beach on some island, small, intimate, no stress. Now, not so much.
Now that I’m actually going to get married, I suddenly care. Though its no island (all the grandparents won’t travel and I refuse to not have my Gma there), we’ve already picked out the venue on the jersey shore, and we talk details all the time. Though I do still feel its weird without actually having a ring, though I know its coming. Am I the only one super obsessed?