The Proposal

By November, my partner and I will celebrate our 9^th year together.  Unbelievable but true.   It has been 9 years of ups and downs, a relationship we never thought would last this long.  Something we just took one day at a time.

We had a 15 year age gap, something that was against us at the start.  Added to that, I was ending a previous long term relationship of 9 years when we met, while he, ironically, was just starting a new one…..with me.  Yes, I was his first.

So we took everything in stride.  Take advantage of the good stuff, ignore the hardships and just enjoy.  As the adage goes, look at it half full.
 

I guess the turning point was when we decided to live together; an opportunity made available that we immediately grabbed and took head-on.   Adjustments were made, budgets were considered, things shared.  It was a new adventure for us, it was fun and it was exciting.

To make it complete, we decided to make it a family.  A girl came first, his favorite, then my bundle of joy came after, a boy.  The DOGS made us happy, they made us complete.

Of course it wasn’t all that perfect, there were times we wanted to quit, when we wanted to explore and see what we have been missing outside our union.  There were hurdles and bumps along the way.  Mistakes were made, some really stupid ones, and some, that almost cost us our relationship. So there were fights that ensued, shouts that followed, tears that flowed, silent treatments given, and the worst one, a trial separation was considered.
 

Those were dark, depressing and lonely times. I was lost and incomplete. But when the anger subsided, I knew what I had to do, I could not give up.  So I pursued him again.  Visits, on the pretext of missing my babies, our dogs, turned to dinner dates and movie dates.  I made him feel special; I made him wanted…because he was just that, somebody special, someone I wanted. So another turning point came. Everything was forgiven and he came back.  It was a renewed venture for use, it was fun again and it was exciting.

When things returned to normal, it became that…normal.  We turned into this “middle aged” (?) couple going on with our daily lives, taking care of our babies, of each other, and going through the motion of our lives.  I knew that we needed a boost, another turning point.

So with the help and prodding of my friends, two weeks ago a proposal plan was hatched. 

I was finally going to do it, in front of my close friends.  Something I would not imagine doing in a million years. He had no idea it was coming.  There I was, down on one knee, unprepared, blabbering something, trying to be poetic and romantic at the same time. Tears slowly streaming down my cheeks, my voice cracking……there I was, proposing. 

I don’t remember what I said.  I knew I should have said more.  But this was not an ordinary proposal; it was MY proposal, I was asking my partner of 9 years, to commit to me, to our relationship, to be together for the rest of our lives.  It was THE turning point we needed, one that seals the deal.

And in between his tears, he said YES….