One Month

One month today until we’re married.

I’m processing a lot, thinking a lot about what all of this means – and so early in my life – but mostly I’m giddy and excited. Bachelorette talk has started, the bridesmaid dresses are in, and suddenly this feels like a wedding.

One month until 3 ½ years means husband and wife.

I had panic attacks on a daily basis when we started dating. He was too good, too sweet, too attentive. I couldn’t handle him. Couldn’t believe it. I broke up with him four times in six months. He almost moved to another country. And then….it just clicked. It was easier. He decided he wasn’t going to leave, wasn’t going to move, and he liked me. And we had fun! He had better taste in music than me! This older guy who started out as my teaching assistant in university(!) was here to stay. But for how long?

We moved in after dating for ten months. Decided over nachos. Bought groceries together. Whose life was this? Boys…trampled me. Left me. Moved away again and again. They didn’t move in with me. And I started to relax. A little. Tiny little bit. Who knew when I would finally drive him away for someone older, more mature, not in school, not me? I would enjoy what I had when I had it, and then I would have one of my friends move in with me.

But that didn’t happen.

And my panic attacks started getting better. A little.

One month until Mr. & Mrs.

We never talked about getting married until this past Christmas. We went over to his mom’s house and she thrust him something in one hand while handing him a Christmas cookie in another hand.

“It was your grandmother’s. From her first marriage in the 1920s.”

And it was a beautiful ring – an engagement ring! HOW AWKWARD. We took it home and put it in the bedroom closet. I couldn’t sleep. Sweet Jesus, why was it in our bedroom?! It shouldn’t be there, not if we weren’t getting engaged, we were happy – this made me feel muddled and strange. It made me feel like I was missing something and I wasn’t. Someone had to point this obvious fact out. I sat him down on the evening of Christmas Day.

“Mister, Look. It has to go, if we’re not getting engaged it has to go – not because it’s not beautiful but it’s weird! It’s in the closet all…..engagement-y and….it makes me nervous! What if you wanted to get married? You could just ask at any time without talking to me about it! That’s not fair! I should have an engagement ring here too that I can throw down at any time. Either that or lets put it in a safety deposit box or something. Okay? Is that okay?”

And in a way that only he can muster, he said, “I wouldn’t just ask you without talking to you about it. It’s just a ring unless you want to get married. Do you want to get married?”

“I……..umm…..I don’t……What do you want to do?”

“I would love to marry you.”

One month today until we’re married.

Just a little more than we already are.