Wearing this diamond on my finger feels like nothing else, a prism shimmering with the magic of marriage to come.
As soon as he popped the question, a weight that I never consciously knew I carried, floated off my shoulders. Suddenly, this major part of my life that I had always worried about, that my family always wondered about, that my friends always anticipated, was taken care of. Ironically, I surprisingly felt more at ease with the world. Immediately following my yes, we were literally in our own floating bubble. I felt light as a cotton ball.
Our bubble suddenly burst as we made the expected phone calls. We were bombarded with questions we were unarmed for. “When is the wedding?” “Where are you guys going to have it?” “Are you moving in together?” “Are you guys gonna stay here or move?” The worst questions were the ones with a not so subtle judgmental tone. “How long have you been dating?” “Did he ask your parents?” Seriously?! He did, but still, sort of personal right?
I am just going to share the two top comments that jarred my whole day the most. “You know there’s a fifty percent higher chance of your marriage ending in divorce if you decide to move in together now.” Chipper right? And the worst, “Whoever imagined Nicole would finally get married!” Thanks for always believing in me…
I am grateful the interrogations have slowed down (a bit). Although, people are already designing the wedding (that has no date yet) and insisting on where it should be. I am excited for the wedding, but I am more excited for my life.
Mind you, I’ve never been engaged before, but even after the many clichés I have heard about overbearing families planning weddings, I am still taken aback by how hyper-focused everyone is on the wedding, not the finding of a life partner. It is just like the movies!
I feel like a puppy thrown into a pool figuring out how to swim. The nice thing is that now if I do start to feel like I’m sinking, my fiancé is there to help, and my ring will always sparkle.
Today’s sentence to finish: I feel most healthy when ____________.. Check out the post where this little self healing activity started, Open Your Eyes & Stop Looking.
I’m so pleased to announce that three of my poems, “Slots,” “Scraping” and “Make a Decision” have been published in Barking Sycamores Literary Magazine Issue 13. Barking Sycamores is dedicated to neurodivergent literature and its craft. I’m so honored to be a part of this project. Barking Sycamores Issue 13
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