When we last left off, Mr. A and I had just gotten engaged after a night of embarrassing misgivings. At the time, it didn’t seem like a big deal but the more I thought about it the sadder I became. I felt totally bipolar. On the one hand, I couldn’t help but feel like one of the happiest days of my life was ruined by something that I couldn’t even control. While on the other hand, I felt like a horribly, unappreciative person for ever thinking something like that. Sad to say, while I look back on our proposal as a really happy day, I can’t help but see Mr. A’s anger. He spent the entire dinner so upset and he thought I couldn’t tell.
Eventually, I just couldn’t keep it in anymore. Mr. A and I have a very honest relationship. It’s really hard for me to keep anything from him. And as much as I knew that this would hurt him, I knew it would hurt him even more if I didn’t tell him what was on my mind. A few days after the proposal, I told him how upset I was. I told him that I just didn’t understand why he did it then. It was not us at all. Every time we have ever surprised each other, it has been trademark us through and through. Our proposal just wasn’t. And on top of it, I was mortified by his family’s behavior and what made it worse was that they knew what was going to happen. If they knew we were getting engaged and they couldn’t behave themselves, what was our wedding going to be like? Mr. A was DEVASTATED. He was completely ruined. He couldn’t even talk and I just cried.
I really didn’t know what was going to happen. I knew I broke his heart but I couldn’t keep the secret from him anymore. I regretted it so much. I was marrying the man of my dreams. Why did it matter how he proposed? He loved me enough to make a commitment to me in front of his family, why did it matter how they acted? All that mattered was that we were getting married. It was honestly a lose-lose situation. I’ve never felt more awful.
A few days later, Mr. A and I planned to check out a wedding venue. So we hopped in the car for an hour plus drive. But oddly enough, the GPS said our location was less than 10 minutes away. Where was he taking me? Mr. A refused to tell. After constant badgering from me for 10 minutes, we arrived at our location. Mr. A had setup a couple’s massage at Fountain’s Day Spa. I was shocked. Mr. A is a man’s man. I never in a million years thought he would be down for this. When we walked in the door, he said “I have a whole night of surprises planned for you. Don’t worry about anything.” Our couple’s massage was amazing and Mr. A LOVED it. It was so romantic just to relax and hold his hand.
After that, Mr. A took me home to get dressed for a fancy dinner. After a quick costume change, we arrived at the breathtaking Restaurant Eve (rated DC’s top restaurant in 2009). We had talked about this restaurant before but we were saving it for a special occasion…trust me, it’s a hefty price tag but Oh. So. Worth. It. Our food was beyond amazing. I had such a wonderful time with Mr. A. We were so in love and just soaking up every moment with each other.
On the way back to our car, we stopped in front of a church that we had visited many times before. I was just about to open the door to go inside, when Mr. A shocked me. A few days earlier, he had taken my ring to be resized and I hadn’t seen it since then. He got down on one knee, whipped out my newly resized sparkly and recited this beautiful poem he wrote. I cried like a big, fat baby. It was beautiful and perfect. It was more than I ever deserved. We both just sat there and cried.
As soon as we got back to the car, I called my Mom. I knew she had been in on the whole thing. She told me how Mr. A called to tell her about our conversation and how devastated he was. He told her he had to find a way to make it up to me. She told me how lucky I was to have a man like him and how amazing it is that he and I have such a strong, honest relationship with one another that we could talk about things like this. Mr. A is an amazing man. And I absolutely mean it when I say that I don’t deserve such a great person. I’m still trying to find a way to work his poem into our ceremony, but trust me, I’ll find a way to make it work.
Anyone else have multiple rounds of proposal?