For the past few weeks, I''ve been going ballistic in my mind with envy and frustration over the lack of engagement that I have with my BF. However, after another heart-wrenching discussion we had last night, which resulted in a lot of tears, caused me to strongly consider the origins of my own discontent.
It''s not about the ring. The ring has nothing to do with what''s making me unhappy. It''s not about being engaged, or waiting, or the nagging sensations of asking a barrage of questions on the when, how, where the ring, or planning of engagement and marriage will work out.
It''s about me. All about me. All about what I''m trying to cover up with the projected image of what being engaged will be for me. Never mind what his family thinks, or his sister, who reminds me to be more patient. Never mind what he feels, or if he thinks I should be more patient until he can financially assess the process of purchasing the ring. No. It''s about the deeper-seeded sadness that I''ve carried around for years, hoping to excavate like a long-rotten cavity from the porous depths of my exhausted heart. Past relationships and hurts that haven''t fully-healed contribute to decay. My hope is that more time will pass, allowing those pains to fade.
I am happy with my BF. There is no doubt about that. We have our share of difficult arguments, but primarily due to his inability to be more proactive in communicating. We make great strides, every time we argue, because we gain a bigger desire to trust and believe. For that, we are in love.
Perhaps there are others who may dig this deep in their minds and hearts, to discover the origin of their impatience or frustration.
It''s not about the ring. The ring has nothing to do with what''s making me unhappy. It''s not about being engaged, or waiting, or the nagging sensations of asking a barrage of questions on the when, how, where the ring, or planning of engagement and marriage will work out.
It''s about me. All about me. All about what I''m trying to cover up with the projected image of what being engaged will be for me. Never mind what his family thinks, or his sister, who reminds me to be more patient. Never mind what he feels, or if he thinks I should be more patient until he can financially assess the process of purchasing the ring. No. It''s about the deeper-seeded sadness that I''ve carried around for years, hoping to excavate like a long-rotten cavity from the porous depths of my exhausted heart. Past relationships and hurts that haven''t fully-healed contribute to decay. My hope is that more time will pass, allowing those pains to fade.
I am happy with my BF. There is no doubt about that. We have our share of difficult arguments, but primarily due to his inability to be more proactive in communicating. We make great strides, every time we argue, because we gain a bigger desire to trust and believe. For that, we are in love.
Perhaps there are others who may dig this deep in their minds and hearts, to discover the origin of their impatience or frustration.