inflorescence
Shiny_Rock
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- Dec 11, 2010
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The days leading up to New Years Eve were wonderful… site seeing in Paris, London for Christmas. We had so much wine, cheese and French bread… every moment was perfect and he constantly said how lucky he was to have found me, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and how in love he was with me. The night before New Years Eve my bf brought up my step dad and said that he would love for him to be the man who walks me down the aisle. There were many hints to get me thinking about a possible proposal was headed my way…. The week leading up to New Years Eve was beyond suspenseful because he kept talking about marriage, children and our life together abroad and once we arrived back in Canada… where we were going to live, our car, getting a dog… our families. My birthday is in December and he presented me with a tiffany’s box… I almost died, but then opened it up to find a beautiful necklace… maybe this was his decoy from me thinking about a proposal if he had just bought an expensive necklace. So he planned a whole New Years Day in Paris for us, through Christmas markets, art galleries and walking along the water… He even took me to the place earlier in the day to find a good view over the water to ensure we could see the Eiffel tower perfectly at night.
“Is this perfect? I want your New Years to be perfect!”
We were backpacking up to this point staying in hostels… when we went to Paris he surprised me by bringing me to a hotel for our few days there.
The whole day the build up was killing me!! We went to this authentic French cuisine restaurant for dinner, best meal I have ever had and then we picked up a bottle of champagne for the evening and glasses to celebrate.
My palms were sweating even though it was freezing out and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. We found a perfect spot on the bridge and chatted and joked… time flew by… and we met another couple on the bridge but they were drinking a ridiculous amount. As the clock turned midnight the packed streets erupted with noise, but all I could focus on was him and I…
Was this it? I kept thinking how he would ask, what he would say… My inside voice was screaming with excitement... the moment was perfect, the fireworks in the background. The Eiffel tower glistening and its reflection in the water….We kissed and sipped on the champagne… any moment now I kept thinking.. any moment now………………………….…. Ok already the build up is killing me……. Sigh… ok… he wants to change locations now… maybe there? Why hasn’t he done it yet? Ahhh… maybe its not midnight???
And then it hit me like a big brick wall… he’s not going to do it… it hit me when the couple we were standing beside left and forgot their Baileys on the ground… my bf picked it up and started to drink it……
REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!
Maybe I was upset cause he killed the perfect romantic moment… or that he built up such a perfect proposal… or that I was so set on him doing it… cause I WOULD HAVE PROPOSED IN THAT SITUATION!! Who takes a girl to Paris for New Years and doesn’t after talking nonstop about wanting to marry her?!?!?!
*sigh*
It gets worse… so instead of being calm cooled and collected in a huge crowd of people…. I knock the bottle of booze out of his hand and say “are you kidding me?” And then I began to cry…. I can not recall what I said….. (bad bad bad bad bad bad bad….) All I can say is he looked devastated and I felt like a spoiled stuck up bitch
His face went from drunk and happy to hurt... (im a bad bad girlfriend)
We proceed to argue for the next 30 minutes in a crowd of millions as they pass by celebrating New Year Eve…. I am arguing between tears saying how I don’t appreciate the last several months of mind **** he’s put me through dropping hints that he is going to propose, saying he is going to do it soon, making jokes with my friends and family about it……he made everyone think he was going to propose to me… so much build up, so many fooling questions…………
It was very awkward traveling the next few days…..now it’s a huge sore spot... we don’t talk about it at all anymore…. he told me he was getting close to and was thinking of doing it in the near future… but now after seeing this “new dark side of me” he has a lot of rethinking to do…..
Insert sad/swear/yelling words here… I’m devastated and hurt….. and now rethinking the entire relationship… cause I clearly am more invested in this relationship then he is….. Long story short…take me off of the LIW list… by the sounds of it I won’t be back on for a long time
“Is this perfect? I want your New Years to be perfect!”
We were backpacking up to this point staying in hostels… when we went to Paris he surprised me by bringing me to a hotel for our few days there.
The whole day the build up was killing me!! We went to this authentic French cuisine restaurant for dinner, best meal I have ever had and then we picked up a bottle of champagne for the evening and glasses to celebrate.
My palms were sweating even though it was freezing out and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. We found a perfect spot on the bridge and chatted and joked… time flew by… and we met another couple on the bridge but they were drinking a ridiculous amount. As the clock turned midnight the packed streets erupted with noise, but all I could focus on was him and I…
Was this it? I kept thinking how he would ask, what he would say… My inside voice was screaming with excitement... the moment was perfect, the fireworks in the background. The Eiffel tower glistening and its reflection in the water….We kissed and sipped on the champagne… any moment now I kept thinking.. any moment now………………………….…. Ok already the build up is killing me……. Sigh… ok… he wants to change locations now… maybe there? Why hasn’t he done it yet? Ahhh… maybe its not midnight???
And then it hit me like a big brick wall… he’s not going to do it… it hit me when the couple we were standing beside left and forgot their Baileys on the ground… my bf picked it up and started to drink it……
REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!
Maybe I was upset cause he killed the perfect romantic moment… or that he built up such a perfect proposal… or that I was so set on him doing it… cause I WOULD HAVE PROPOSED IN THAT SITUATION!! Who takes a girl to Paris for New Years and doesn’t after talking nonstop about wanting to marry her?!?!?!
*sigh*
It gets worse… so instead of being calm cooled and collected in a huge crowd of people…. I knock the bottle of booze out of his hand and say “are you kidding me?” And then I began to cry…. I can not recall what I said….. (bad bad bad bad bad bad bad….) All I can say is he looked devastated and I felt like a spoiled stuck up bitch
We proceed to argue for the next 30 minutes in a crowd of millions as they pass by celebrating New Year Eve…. I am arguing between tears saying how I don’t appreciate the last several months of mind **** he’s put me through dropping hints that he is going to propose, saying he is going to do it soon, making jokes with my friends and family about it……he made everyone think he was going to propose to me… so much build up, so many fooling questions…………
It was very awkward traveling the next few days…..now it’s a huge sore spot... we don’t talk about it at all anymore…. he told me he was getting close to and was thinking of doing it in the near future… but now after seeing this “new dark side of me” he has a lot of rethinking to do…..
Insert sad/swear/yelling words here… I’m devastated and hurt….. and now rethinking the entire relationship… cause I clearly am more invested in this relationship then he is….. Long story short…take me off of the LIW list… by the sounds of it I won’t be back on for a long time