I wanted to share my story. I met my boyfriend my senior year in college. We dated for 2 years and then moved in together for 7.
During that time we went through all the stages "we are too unconventional for marriage" tried humor "we''ll get married when the Red Sox win the World Series" etc. But never got married. For all intents and purposes we sort of were, all our finances were shared and we lived like any married couple. But it ate me up inside to not be engaged. I thought "what on earth is wrong with ME that he won''t propose". It was awful, I tried wise cracks, humor, anger and tears - nothing. He never had a good reason, just said (and still does) he wants to marry me.
During this time all of our friends got married, his big brother, whom he adores was married, divorced and re-married. For a bit he said he was afraid b/c of this divorce. But then he saw how happy his brother was at his 2nd wedding, saw his sister get engaged and saw me be miserable. We started talking about it more and I basically just started planning.
For 2 years he had my grandmother''s diamond in his sock drawer. He just kept telling me he didn''t know what to get or who to go to for a ring. I can''t tell you how frustrated and insecure this made me. It truly ate me up inside, so finally we just went to the jeweler and I designed my own ring. I even secretly put $ into his savings account for it. He asked me when I would like him to propose - I was pretty dissapointed b/c I wasn''t getting the surprise proposal, and b/c I felt like I was pressuring him. Not the way I had dreamed of getting engaged at all.......
But nonetheless we did it, the Sox won the World Series and we started to plan a wedding. Happy ending? Not exactly - for some reason I still wasn''t happy. What on earth was wrong with me????? I couldn''t get over it, I felt all the pressure was on me, and I had made all the decisions in our life. I felt like I had pressured him and even though he said he wanted to, it just didn''t sit right. We made a half hearted attempt at planning a wedding - and once again I was in charge of every decision - he was completely apathetic.
I spent 5 or so years convinced it would be fine if he just proposed. The proposal didn''t make anything better.
5 months after our engagement I am 40 blocks south of him in NYC on my own, starting over at age 30. He is devastated and begs me to come back. I am liberated, although a little scared. I have the most amazing ring I poured my soul into creating and I can''t wear it.
I don''t really know if this will be helpful to anyone else. (just typing it is helping me, though). I just want you to realize the ring and the engagement and all those things won''t cover up any issues you have. And even though I have over simplified our "issues", the whole scenario was reflective of our root problems. Getting engaged is the most important decision you will make - do it for the right reasons, not b/c society says you should and not because you need that ring to feel good. Make sure its a joint decision, b/c you never want to look back and wonder if you pressured someone.
Sorry if this is gloomy and depressing. Best of luck to all of you, hopefully you will find true happiness.
During that time we went through all the stages "we are too unconventional for marriage" tried humor "we''ll get married when the Red Sox win the World Series" etc. But never got married. For all intents and purposes we sort of were, all our finances were shared and we lived like any married couple. But it ate me up inside to not be engaged. I thought "what on earth is wrong with ME that he won''t propose". It was awful, I tried wise cracks, humor, anger and tears - nothing. He never had a good reason, just said (and still does) he wants to marry me.
During this time all of our friends got married, his big brother, whom he adores was married, divorced and re-married. For a bit he said he was afraid b/c of this divorce. But then he saw how happy his brother was at his 2nd wedding, saw his sister get engaged and saw me be miserable. We started talking about it more and I basically just started planning.
For 2 years he had my grandmother''s diamond in his sock drawer. He just kept telling me he didn''t know what to get or who to go to for a ring. I can''t tell you how frustrated and insecure this made me. It truly ate me up inside, so finally we just went to the jeweler and I designed my own ring. I even secretly put $ into his savings account for it. He asked me when I would like him to propose - I was pretty dissapointed b/c I wasn''t getting the surprise proposal, and b/c I felt like I was pressuring him. Not the way I had dreamed of getting engaged at all.......
But nonetheless we did it, the Sox won the World Series and we started to plan a wedding. Happy ending? Not exactly - for some reason I still wasn''t happy. What on earth was wrong with me????? I couldn''t get over it, I felt all the pressure was on me, and I had made all the decisions in our life. I felt like I had pressured him and even though he said he wanted to, it just didn''t sit right. We made a half hearted attempt at planning a wedding - and once again I was in charge of every decision - he was completely apathetic.
I spent 5 or so years convinced it would be fine if he just proposed. The proposal didn''t make anything better.
5 months after our engagement I am 40 blocks south of him in NYC on my own, starting over at age 30. He is devastated and begs me to come back. I am liberated, although a little scared. I have the most amazing ring I poured my soul into creating and I can''t wear it.
I don''t really know if this will be helpful to anyone else. (just typing it is helping me, though). I just want you to realize the ring and the engagement and all those things won''t cover up any issues you have. And even though I have over simplified our "issues", the whole scenario was reflective of our root problems. Getting engaged is the most important decision you will make - do it for the right reasons, not b/c society says you should and not because you need that ring to feel good. Make sure its a joint decision, b/c you never want to look back and wonder if you pressured someone.
Sorry if this is gloomy and depressing. Best of luck to all of you, hopefully you will find true happiness.