Sadly, things have been slow around here lately so it’s time to write more about Ron.
Tonight, I give you our proposal story.
I like to think that I am not a typical girl, but I do fall into certain stereotypes. I get choked up over a sweet proposal story. Every girl plans her dream wedding as a child, but she also plans the fireworks for her proposal.
Ron and I were living together. Getting married had come up several times. I knew that it would be coming soon. The ring had to come from this place that his dad and grandfather had gotten the engagement rings for his mom and grandfather. This place was about 1500 miles from where we lived, so I expected it to happen soon after he made a trip home. At the beginning of March 2011, his grandmother was placed in hospice and he went home to spend time with her. Upon his return home, I expected to see a ring appear. After two days of him being home and there being no ring, I assumed it wasn’t happening this go round. I was a little disappointed, but it was okay.
At the time, we were living in a 500 square foot one bedroom apartment. He would often stay awake long after I went to bed. I knew he was looking at porn or chatting up women on Adult Friend Finder, but I always excused this behavior. He was going to change for me.
So a few nights after his return from visiting his grandmother, I wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. This was normal, but I was really wanting his company. I got up and went into the living room to find him quickly closing windows on the computer. He had clearly been up to no good. Cue the fight. It was a nasty one. He told me that he didn’t know if he could see himself just loving one person for the rest of his life. He explained to me the idea of polyamory. I was not okay with this idea, but I was willing to be okay with it for him. At least that’s what I said. Anything to make him love me. At some point I said that it was okay, it wasn’t like we were engaged already, we still had all the time in the world. To which he responded that the ring was already in the apartment. I was speechless. I wanted to turn the place upside down to find it. He told me that if I went looking for it, he would return it. So here I was, stuck in this apartment with the engagement ring that I have been dreaming about, but I can’t see it. After more yelling and screaming, we went to sleep. I woke up early the next morning and got showered and dressed. I needed to get out the apartment so I didn’t go looking for the ring. I also needed to go tell someone what was going on because I couldn’t bottle it up.
Ron was very concerned about where I was going. He knew how upset I was. He stopped me and made me sit on the edge of the bed. He goes into the pocket of the suitcase and pulls out a tiny box. THE tiny box. He kneels in front of me and asks me “Daisy, do you hate yourself enough to spend the rest of your life with me?” I eagerly accepted and started planning the wedding of my dreams with the man who would never quite be the man of my dreams.