hopefulheidi
Shiny_Rock
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- Jan 10, 2005
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Nate and I have been together for over 5 years now, since August 16th, 2001. During that first year we had short talks about getting engaged and I was told I’d need to wait a year for the proposal to happen. At the time the request seemed quite reasonable as marriage is a big decision. Seven months into the relationship we graduated from college and his mom traded my graduation gifts with him, afraid that I would mistake the small earring box as an engagement ring if he was to present it to me. Our first anniversary came and went and although I’d already moved states to be with him I wasn’t in a HUGE rush to get engaged, although I was becoming increasingly frustrated. February of 2003 we looked at engagement rings together, at a store, for the first time, as Nate was searching for my Valentine’s Day gift. Of course that little shopping expedition thrilled me to no end and started the real fire of desire burning.
For the next couple of years I became seriously obsessed with the idea of getting a ring, planning the wedding, starting a life as husband and wife. Like any couple we had our ups and downs but we managed to survive the roller coaster while maintaining a strong love for each other. Eventually the lack of engagement became the biggest stressor in our relationship. It was all I could think about and all we could fight about. There was a deadline or two thrown in there and obviously nothing was happening. Nate gave me excuses left and right and I pressured him as much as humanly possibly. (I’m not proud of that, but it’s pretty close to the truth).
At some point my obsession began to wane and I found myself increasingly disinterested in the potential proposal and possible nuptials. Sure I still liked daydreaming occasionally about rings or searching for wedding vendors online, but there wasn’t the same intense desire fueling my actions. By the time we had our most honest and productive discussion this summer, during which Nate volunteered (without me torturing him), that he expected to propose within the next 6 months (by January 2007) I was ambivalent.
At this point I’m not sure exactly where I stand. After all these years of waiting, frustration, stress, disappointment is it possible that I’ve just become desensitized to this whole process? I’m actually extremely concerned that my lack of excitement is a reflection on my relationship. Is this my heart’s way of telling me that while I have a really good relationship with Nate, that he’s just not the one for me? Or am I just so worn down by the *years* of waiting that I’m understandably a bit jaded about the process?
I’m not at a point where I want to leave Nate and the life we’ve built but I’m really beginning to care less about getting married. In a way, I’m finding myself exactly where Nate probably was a few years ago: “Things are good, why bother getting married?”
Gah, this is all so confusing….anyone have any (hopefully reassuring) insights?
~Heidi