I think I got engaged last night.
Hear me out.
I live with my boyfriend. I love him dearly and fiercely. I am in no hurry to get married however. I have grown children, hell, I have a grandchild, so we are not young and starting our family. I have known him for over 20 years as friends, and we've been romantically involved for 4 years this month, and we've been living together for 3 1/2. As much as I love him, I still just do not want to get married.
Yesterday was his birthday. After having several cocktails while playing Final Fantasy X at home last night (home made pizzas for dinner....this was all his idea), we went to bed and discussion turned to his age, my age, and just what are we doing here. Well, sir, we are living. We are happy. Why fuck it up? I don't know. In the end, I agreed to get married, but under some super fantastical conditions that should never ever be possible.
(Me: Hey, let's get married on a cruise ship - the captain can do it - but your mother cannot come and spend a week on a boat with us.)
(Me: Let's go to the Bahamas! Oh, your mom won't fly that far? Bummer. Oh wait....she's legit concerned about the Bermuda Triangle??? Is she 12?)
And it got stupider as we went along. The conditions just got more silly and more ridiculous and we ended the night giggling ourselves to sleep. Because THAT is the key - be with someone that can make you laugh, all the time. It's the greatest gift!
This morning, I rolled over and he smiled at me and called me 'fiance'. I guess I got engaged last night. I would go to the ends of the Earth with this man, forever, so maybe we should just do it.
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