No longer have a BF - Pt. 2
Yes, it's true, folks.
I no longer have a BF. After two and a half years together, it was time for things to change. And so ...
I have a fiance!
The BF recently proposed and, no, I didn't immediately go on here and blab the news because I wanted it to be my news for awhile. For two days, we didn't even tell family because I wanted it to be my own bit of happiness that no one could destroy.
Not that I was totally surprised.
We live together.
We have a family together.
We have a baby.
We have a joint bank account.
And so, a few months ago, when the BF started to say, "Um, don't open my Visa bills for awhile, OK?" I knew it was coming. But he did keep me guessing.
I was sure I was going to get the ring on my 30th birthday in March.
This was my logic: He thinks that I think I'm going to get my ring. So, he'll wait until the last minute to give me my ring so that I'll think I'm not getting it. But then, with minutes to spare, I'll think I'm not getting the ring and so he'll give me the ring. When all the while I thought I was going to get the ring, so I would've been right.
See what I'm saying?
But no, I didn't get it on my birthday.
Then, one morning, we went out for brunch, just the two of us. Again, I thought this would be the perfect time.
And, at one point, I was 99% sure it was coming.
As I sipped coffee and picked at my strawberry crepe, out of the corner of my eye I saw him start to move. And then he bent down ... to get on one knee?!
No.
He was picking up our son's rattle. But my heart was racing, faster than when we do sprints in our running group. I was so sure, yet so wrong.
Then, I thought he might give me the ring at the Ontario Newspaper Awards. We were both nominated for awards that night but then he won his category and I lost and I was pretty sure he wasn't going to pull out the ring after I'd been declared a loser.
And so I waited. And waited. And waited.
And then one night, after a delicious dinner of red wine, escargot cabbage rolls and chicken paprikash, he asked me to marry him.
We still haven't told anyone how it happened or what he said.
I think that's my story to hold in my heart and not share with the world.
But you never know. Maybe I'll blab it all one day.
I will tell you this: There was a mirrorball.
I no longer have a BF. After two and a half years together, it was time for things to change. And so ...
I have a fiance!
The BF recently proposed and, no, I didn't immediately go on here and blab the news because I wanted it to be my news for awhile. For two days, we didn't even tell family because I wanted it to be my own bit of happiness that no one could destroy.
Not that I was totally surprised.
We live together.
We have a family together.
We have a baby.
We have a joint bank account.
And so, a few months ago, when the BF started to say, "Um, don't open my Visa bills for awhile, OK?" I knew it was coming. But he did keep me guessing.
I was sure I was going to get the ring on my 30th birthday in March.
This was my logic: He thinks that I think I'm going to get my ring. So, he'll wait until the last minute to give me my ring so that I'll think I'm not getting it. But then, with minutes to spare, I'll think I'm not getting the ring and so he'll give me the ring. When all the while I thought I was going to get the ring, so I would've been right.
See what I'm saying?
But no, I didn't get it on my birthday.
Then, one morning, we went out for brunch, just the two of us. Again, I thought this would be the perfect time.
And, at one point, I was 99% sure it was coming.
As I sipped coffee and picked at my strawberry crepe, out of the corner of my eye I saw him start to move. And then he bent down ... to get on one knee?!
No.
He was picking up our son's rattle. But my heart was racing, faster than when we do sprints in our running group. I was so sure, yet so wrong.
Then, I thought he might give me the ring at the Ontario Newspaper Awards. We were both nominated for awards that night but then he won his category and I lost and I was pretty sure he wasn't going to pull out the ring after I'd been declared a loser.
And so I waited. And waited. And waited.
And then one night, after a delicious dinner of red wine, escargot cabbage rolls and chicken paprikash, he asked me to marry him.
We still haven't told anyone how it happened or what he said.
I think that's my story to hold in my heart and not share with the world.
But you never know. Maybe I'll blab it all one day.
I will tell you this: There was a mirrorball.
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