I'm engaged !
It's so surreal, I honestly don't know how we got this far. I actually like someone enough to want to spend the rest of my life with him?? The feeling is mutual?!?! My parents accepted it?!?!?!?!?!
I have my worries. They grow everyday. He's older, and men are expected to live shorter, so will I end up being a young widow? No thank you. Seeing his family and mine interact basically gives a whole new meaning to culture gap. There are things I hate about him and I blame his family for all of it. I wish he had been honest with me from the start. I wish he'd learn how to communicate. I wish he meant even half the things he says. I wish for a lot of things but I guess I just have to accept that the gap between my dreams and reality may just keep growing wider.
The wedding is coming up soon and we have to choose our renovations, buy furniture, figure out a date, our guest count, buy a dress, book the hall, DJ, photographer, videographer, decor, cake, cards, favours, lighting, and all that jazz on top of figuring out dance numbers and speeches and vacation schedules and going on a diet plan and holy shit. I'm getting married.