Seems like once you tell people you're engaged, they want to hear the ENTIRE history of your relationship. So... how did you meet? How long have you been dating? How did he propose? When's the wedding!?
It's sort of daunting and incredibly overwhelming for me. I get a little pang of guilt everytime I answer those questions. Guilt? Why? Welllllll.... It's because I know I'm not giving them the whole truth whenever I tell the story. "We met at a bar with friends after work" - absolutely 100% true statement. However, I usually leave out the part about breaking up with my old boyfriend a week earlier...
OH, the scandal!!! I know, I know. While I don't usually tell that part of the story, it really is a true testament to fate and the saying "things happen for a reason."
While I was a newly single girl, one week out of a 2.5 year relationship, Mr. S was also freshly out of a relationship. He was 2 months single after a 6 year relationship! Now, I'm sure you're thinking - jeez people, red light, these two people should not even think of getting into any kind of relationship - and definitely not a long term one. Believe it or not, we were telling ourselves that EXACT same thing.
After the night we met at the bar, we exchanged texts and ended up going out for dinner a few nights later. We were practically inseperable for about 2 weeks until we both took a step back and said - WAIT. Timeout, we're not ready for this. It was a complete 180. One day I was the happiest girl in the world, and the next I was an absolute mess. It hurt so bad; the separation anxiety was so painful. We kept telling ourselves it was wrong. We needed time to be single and to work out the kinks from our last 2-6 committed years. Yes, of course we had been having fun (so so so much fun) but we kept telling ourselves it was just new and exciting. We were just looking for a way to forget the past. We really needed time to heal and we didn't want to ruin something so great by being each other's rebounds.
And then - we said our goodbyes and decided to take a break.
And I cried. And cried.
Little did I know, he was hurting too. What we had just felt so right and just too good to walk away. After talking - we discovered that we both felt the exact same way. What we had was that special, once in a lifetime feeling that neither of us could really ignore. So, after our little time out - which I think lasted all of 10 days - we were back together again. 3 years later we were engaged, and now 9 months away from "officially" commiting to spending the rest of our lives together.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that I trusted my gut and didn't throw this relationship away because I didn't think it was what "normal" people should do. I mean, seriously - you never usually hear good things about a girl who jumps from one guy to the next over the course of a week... I didn't want to be "that" girl - the rebound girl. But, I really was "that" girl. That girl that found "that" guy to spend the rest of her life with.
I know - a bit sappier than my usual posts, but I just wanted to share my experience in case there are girls out there who are questioning the same thing. I know I did - so many nights I spent questioning my decisions. But, when it feels so right - you just have to say "Sometimes - it's just meant to be."
