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Shiny_Rock
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Now that I''m #2 on the LIW list and DB has had the ring for SIX MONTHS, I think it''s time to mention why the wait is taking so long.
When he received the ring, DB didn''t have any sort of idea for how he would propose. I will be selfish here and admit that I had hoped he would have some sort of plan, even if it just involved Chinese takeout at home on a Tuesday night. As you may remember from my previous thread ("The Epic Hawaii Meltdown") I thought it might happen back in August. When he realized that it was time to start seriously looking, he did - and I commend him for that.
Christmas Eve came around and my parents decided to start opening gifts at midnight. DB apparently intended to propose on Christmas Day, but when we started opening gifts he thought to do it then instead. I do know that he spoke to everyone in the family individually to let them know what was going to happen, but otherwise it was all impromptu. When 3 a.m. rolled around I mentioned that I had literally been up for 24 hours and needed to get home to go to sleep. Suddenly everyone started getting fidgety, and out of nowhere the song "Santa Baby" started playing on the stereo, queued up by my stepdad. It was then that I started to panic.
It felt wrong, in so many different ways. It felt staged in a really cheesy and awkward way, like a bad TV episode. I know I''m going to take a lot of heat for what happened next, but I am finally at peace with my decision. I would have regretted NOT doing what I did for the rest of my life, and in retrospect I still know in my heart that I did the right thing.
When DB loudly announced "Well love I''ve got one last gift to give you," I stood up on my tiptoes to whisper into his ear, "Please, not like this. Not now."
I can already feel all of your insults and judgments flying at me now. I''m sure a lot of you feel that what I did was wrong, but just know that when DB and I discussed it later, he admitted that it didn''t feel right either. Perhaps it was because we were both so deliriously tired, or that my family made it feel awkward, but the end result is the same. It simply wasn''t the right time or place.
DB played it off really well, and a coincidence somehow saved the entire night. He followed up his announcement by saying, "Well we need to get home because it''s late, so I''ll just show her the gift when we get home." Everyone in my family seemed fine with that, so we said our goodbyes and got home. When we arrived at our house, DB opened the garage door and sitting before my eyes was the exact present I had asked for: a brand new treadmill. I texted my family to let them know about my "big" present and they all accepted that as DB getting cold feet. I''m not sure that anyone is the wiser about what really happened.
The fallout, of course, is that we are still not engaged. If the reason is because he is upset about that night, he has not made that clear to me. The one and only time we discussed it was the night it happened, when we agreed that it didn''t feel right. All I know is that it is now May and with each passing month, I feel more and more hurt.
I don''t know how to bring it up with him. If he is still angry or upset with me, I want to know. If he is actually trying to plan something special in the near future, then of course I don''t want to ruin it for him either. I just don''t know what to do anymore.
If you girls have any advice to offer, please do. I would like to avoid any major insults or name-calling, but I understand that many of you will now think of me as a pompous demanding princess type. I promise that in real life, I am none of those things - in fact my nickname for a long time was "president of the doormat club." I never ever stand up for myself, and this is one of the only times I can say that I have. Hopefully the backlash from this post won''t hurt my damaged ego much more than it''s already hurt.
When he received the ring, DB didn''t have any sort of idea for how he would propose. I will be selfish here and admit that I had hoped he would have some sort of plan, even if it just involved Chinese takeout at home on a Tuesday night. As you may remember from my previous thread ("The Epic Hawaii Meltdown") I thought it might happen back in August. When he realized that it was time to start seriously looking, he did - and I commend him for that.
Christmas Eve came around and my parents decided to start opening gifts at midnight. DB apparently intended to propose on Christmas Day, but when we started opening gifts he thought to do it then instead. I do know that he spoke to everyone in the family individually to let them know what was going to happen, but otherwise it was all impromptu. When 3 a.m. rolled around I mentioned that I had literally been up for 24 hours and needed to get home to go to sleep. Suddenly everyone started getting fidgety, and out of nowhere the song "Santa Baby" started playing on the stereo, queued up by my stepdad. It was then that I started to panic.
It felt wrong, in so many different ways. It felt staged in a really cheesy and awkward way, like a bad TV episode. I know I''m going to take a lot of heat for what happened next, but I am finally at peace with my decision. I would have regretted NOT doing what I did for the rest of my life, and in retrospect I still know in my heart that I did the right thing.
When DB loudly announced "Well love I''ve got one last gift to give you," I stood up on my tiptoes to whisper into his ear, "Please, not like this. Not now."
I can already feel all of your insults and judgments flying at me now. I''m sure a lot of you feel that what I did was wrong, but just know that when DB and I discussed it later, he admitted that it didn''t feel right either. Perhaps it was because we were both so deliriously tired, or that my family made it feel awkward, but the end result is the same. It simply wasn''t the right time or place.
DB played it off really well, and a coincidence somehow saved the entire night. He followed up his announcement by saying, "Well we need to get home because it''s late, so I''ll just show her the gift when we get home." Everyone in my family seemed fine with that, so we said our goodbyes and got home. When we arrived at our house, DB opened the garage door and sitting before my eyes was the exact present I had asked for: a brand new treadmill. I texted my family to let them know about my "big" present and they all accepted that as DB getting cold feet. I''m not sure that anyone is the wiser about what really happened.
The fallout, of course, is that we are still not engaged. If the reason is because he is upset about that night, he has not made that clear to me. The one and only time we discussed it was the night it happened, when we agreed that it didn''t feel right. All I know is that it is now May and with each passing month, I feel more and more hurt.
I don''t know how to bring it up with him. If he is still angry or upset with me, I want to know. If he is actually trying to plan something special in the near future, then of course I don''t want to ruin it for him either. I just don''t know what to do anymore.
If you girls have any advice to offer, please do. I would like to avoid any major insults or name-calling, but I understand that many of you will now think of me as a pompous demanding princess type. I promise that in real life, I am none of those things - in fact my nickname for a long time was "president of the doormat club." I never ever stand up for myself, and this is one of the only times I can say that I have. Hopefully the backlash from this post won''t hurt my damaged ego much more than it''s already hurt.
