For the newbies, here’s the extremely short background to this post. I was with a guy for 4+ years, but he had commitment issues, so I left about 6 months ago. You can read about all that here.
A couple weeks after Kiefer and I broke up, we had this conversation:
Kiefer: I can’t believe how easy this seems for you.
Thoughtsy: It’s not easy. I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to leave. Every day you didn’t propose was a day you pushed me away. Part of me hopes one day you’ll show up on my doorstep with a ring, and everything will be ok.
Kiefer: So in a few weeks, not if, but when I show up on your doorstep with a ring….
Thoughtsy: You can’t say that. I’ll just think you’re proposing out of desperation. You have to wait. Aaaaaand…just to make sure I believe you, you should probably have a ring in one hand and plane tickets to Vegas in the other.
A few months later…
Blarney: Kiefer wanted to talk to me…about you. He knows he messed up. I believe him.
A little over a month ago, Kiefer called me to ask if we could meet. He said it couldn’t wait.
Kiefer: I love you. I love your wit. I love how caring you are.
::Insert other awesomeness about me and lots of memories that Kiefer and I share plus some of his thoughts about our future. Ten minutes or so later…::
I took tomorrow afternoon off so we can go to the Justice of the Peace, and I have tickets to Vegas for next weekend if you want to do that. We could have a wedding for friends and family later…maybe around Halloween since that’s our holiday. I’m sorry I waited so long….
Will you marry me?
Kiefer: Ozzy Puppy! Leave it! Don’t eat the ring!
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I am NEVER letting my boyfriend get an iPad. He spends way too much time in the toilet as it is….”—Bevchen