Post # 46
I found out one of my friends had got engaged to a guy she’d been with for like a month! We were on holiday at the time, awaiting a trip to a show. I lost it, cried and shouted how it is fair that she gets a proposal when she’s an awful person (big back story and were no longer friends) and doesn’t deserve it after things she’s done. I ignored him for the whole taxi ride. Little did I know, he was proposing the next day! He said he almost reconsidered after my ‘spoilt brat’ meltdown lol.
Post # 47
Just found this post and read every single reply! It’s funny and makes me feel much more human for being a brat to my boyfriend ever since I proposed that he’d propose last September. After that we agreed we’d get engaged in a year, I am now in the habit of literraly asking him if he loves me and he always answers with affection and sweet words and I’m always like “UHUM YEAH RIGHT WHATEVER” as if it’s not enough proof and he doesn’t really show me love. Can’t get rid of it.
I was convinced he’d propose on our very big tropical trip in a weeks time but I know that the ring is being made, BF doesn’t seem to show much initiative with the jeweler and is kind of spineless in that matter.. So my hopes are kinda shattered but I’m still holding on to them nevertheless… I bet I will be in tantrum when we are on our way back and it hasn’t happened!!! I won’t tell him why I’m upset of course, but I feel sorry for him already LOL
Post # 48
Thank you for this post! I love hearing what all of you have to say! I was starting to feel pretty alone in my crazy, and I’m glad that this is kind of normal 😆
Post # 49
Thank you for this, I just read it three times and laughed out loud the entire time 😉
Post # 50
How am I just now seeing this post??
I waited for 10+ years. Yes, 10+++ YEARS!! So much crazy — broke down and cried in my dad’s lap at my sister’s college graduation after one of my aunts asked if we would ever get married (this was 6 years in). Skipped my brother’s rehearsal dinner because my (now) husband wasn’t included on the guest list and considered a plus one (this was 9 years in).
Then I had a dream that he’d proposed. He got home from work (he works nights) and I was SO mad when I woke up that I didn’t talk to him all day. When he got up for work the next night I was angry and crying and asking him why he didn’t want to get married. After he kinda hugged it out, he went into the other room and I started angrilly doing dishes (also a thing I do, angry housework) and he came back in with a ring — first thing I said when I realized he was stuffing a ring on my finger to make me stop crying “I’m not even wearing pants right now!”