Dead Ringer
The Love “Shack”
Him on Friday: “We need to go look at rings so you can tell me what you like.”
Me on Saturday: “Can we go tomorrow?”
Him on Saturday: “Sure! That sounds great!”
Him on Sunday: “Well I forgot we were going until we got in the car. I’m not shaved, I’m wearing a t-shirt. I’m not dressed for it…yada, yada, yada,…I’m taking you home.”
Me on Sunday: “I should have known better.”
I say that I should have known better because he has done things like this before. Just before I moved five states away from the only home I have ever known to be with him, he was all about marriage. I move in and then all of the sudden, he backs off. I would not have uprooted my entire life to come shack up with some guy if I weren’t led to believe the relationship was going somewhere. Who could have gotten me thinking that way? Hmmm…let’s look at an excerpt from my IM archives prior to the move:
His IM: Sweetie, you know what I want, hopefully what we want, to be together to have a home and a life together.
I gave some resistance to moving in with him because I knew that cohabitation was not looked well upon in my family. Especially cohabitation 600 miles away. Of all people to tell, I didn’t know what to say to my parents.
His IM: You tell them, I love him and we are getting married, not today but ASAP. You aren’t a child. Grown ups get married and move on with their lives.
Months later he tells me that I took things the wrong way. He “never said we would get married”. I guess the only information I could have inferred from the previous IMs was that he was referring to OUR relationship in some way, and/or to himself as a “grown up”.
