So, This is What Happened in Puerto Rico…

The BF popped the question.

I had my doubts about bringing this up because I was thinking, “Do people even care that folks get married anymore?”

Then, I thought about a post Monica O’Brien wrote that would certainly identify me as an annoying blogger, especially regarding my marriage posts.

After that, I was thinking about the time another commenter said I’d jump up and marry the first guy who’d have me.  It really took the crunch out of my taco. I was accused of being a bitter harpie and the only thing that would cure it was Mr. Right and marriage.

Yet, I already had Mr. Right and we were talking about marriage. And, still, my thoughts haven’t changed.

Perhaps, this is my child of divorce spirit talking.

Looking back on it, it also seems hilarious. I already knew for the past year and half I was going to be married but, I never talked about that.

I just felt like talking about marriage.

What was wrong with that?  I don’t want to morph into one of those smug marrieds Bridget talks about. I probably wasn’t bringing up anything new, but it didn’t change my urge to discuss what was on my mind. I wasn’t sure where all the hostility was coming from (mine and other people’s).

Why do married people always want to jump down single people’s throat for questioning marriage?

Why do single people always want to make it sound like marriage is the death knell for misery?

Hell, I’m getting married – I’m still questioning it. I guess it’s not the fact that there are questions – it’s the types of questions. And, everybody is getting on each other’s nerves.

I can’t worry about that now because I can no longer believe I’ll be the same person I am before I get hitched balled and chained tied down married.  I am not scared about it (yet). I am not nervous (yet). It’s still sinking in.

I just wanted to tell you what is happening to me. So, screw it.

Hooray.

I’m getting married.