Things escalated significantly, and within a few minutes he was going ~90 MPH and crying, saying things like “Well if we can’t be together then I don’t want to live anymore.”
You marry the person who makes you love how very human you are. The one who thinks you’re at your most beautiful in the morning, who watches you discover the first signs of aging on your face and then points to their own laugh lines, reassuring you that you’ll develop the rest of them together.
“When I asked my ex to marry me, she said yes. It would have been better if she had said no.”
To me, a whole person is someone who doesn’t need constant validation and acceptance from the people she loves.
“I want you to propose,” I said to him, so direct it surprised him. So direct it surprised me. Marriage had come up with us before, but often within the conversational framework of contracts.
Not wanting to want our lovers is a defensive mechanism against the past pain of wanting, caring, loving, and depending on another and not getting it.
“Please don’t tell me that being single in my twenties is like having the golden ticket to freedom. Don’t pretend that you envy me because I don’t have anybody to answer to. “
“I was the maid of honor and as I gave my toast I had a massive brain fart and called the groom by the bride’s ex’s name…”
One plays games with your mind, the other enhances it.
I don’t want a diamond ring.