This kind of happened to me too…I’m a very theatrical person, I have a flair for the dramatic and it’s just who I am. Mr. 99 loves this about me, I spirit us away from time to time on little trips to some secluded chalet, have a violinist play for us while a personal chef whips up our dinner…it’s just a talent I have.
I always thought that my proposal would be some magical, emotional, special moment that I remembered and treasured for a lifetime…what actually happened was Mr. 99 holding my ring in between his big Lincoln Loggy fingers, so it looked like a pebble, asking me, “Can we do this now?” as I tried to get out of my coat & boots, while avoiding tripping over the dogs and not spilling the ice cream we got on the way home….wow did that SUCK!
I finally worked up the courage to tell him that it was kind of eating me…mind you that took a year and a half AFTER we were married…he asked, “What about it bothers you, because it’s not like I can re-do it.” I thought about it, and replied, “I’m a married lady now, have been for iver a year, and I still have yet to hear the love of my life say, Nona, will you marry me? while he’s down on one knee…..THAT is what bothers me.”
We didn’t really talk about it after that, honestly I felt better about it, and silly at the same time, I mean, it’s a moment in time…but still…it’s the only moment I would ever get…so I see both sides of it. And one romantic trip we were on, Mr. 99 drops to one knee, pulls a box out of his pocket and said, “Nona…I’m an asshole, I’m inconsiderate and I snore, but I love ou more than the waking world, will you still be my wife?”
Of course I said yes, he gave me a locket which I love and from now on, all jewelry is presented to me on bended knee, to make up for the one time I needed him to do that, and he didn’t.
I hope you find a way to make this work, it took a long time for me to feel better about it, but I do feel better about it….it’s ok!