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Title: The Truth of It All
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Blog Entry: So you're thinking about getting married. Congratulations! You've been trying to find out what kind of jewelry she likes. You've asked her sister whether she likes white gold or yellow. You've talked to her parents (chivalry isn't dead!) and they welcome the newest future addition to their family. Chances are you've walked through the mall and even almost walked into the jewelry store. Maybe you've even walked in and got nervous when the person behind the sales counter asked if you wanted to look at something in particular.Ok, you found the perfect ring. The box itself is magical. Now you have to figure out how to pop the question that you're confident you'll never have to ask again in your life. Should you do it in private, in public, have her friends and family there? Either way, your anxiety level is unnatural. You decide to re-enact the first time you met and find the right words to ask her to spend the rest of her life with you. The anxiety recedes as you're in the moment and re-living your first date. How you both ordered the same drink at the same time, and laughed at your common hatred for tomatoes. It seemed like the world only knew the two of you as the outside noises faded. The clanking of pots, orders being spoken to the kitchen, they all dissipate as the sound of your own heartbeat becomes the loudest sound in the place. You wait until she goes to the bathroom like she always does because the food always comes when you're in the bathroom, and while she's gone you open the local newspaper to the crossword puzzle (why do they make those so difficult?), because the answer to seventeen down only she knows the answer to.She comes back and sits down and when she gets to seventeen down "Marry me", and while she sits there slight confused, you've taken the opportunity to drop to the traditional one knee and pull the box that alone symbolizes commitement. And when she look at you, you can see the realization dawn on her face and the tears begin to well in her eyes. What you don't see is the rest of the diner quiet down and watch, because that doesn't matter to you, you can't pull your eyes off of the most beautiful person in the room. You speak the worst you rehearsed so many times to yourself in the mirror and her answer is an ecstatic yes as you slip that ring on her finger and all she says is "It's perfect".Five months later you're packing your bags while she's gone, because you can't bear to see the look on her face. You're leaving because you're tired of fighting. It seems like one wrong look sets off yet another arguement that ends in more anger. You can see her misery, her disappointment in you. The expectations you just couldn't live up to. She should have been more understanding, she should have excepted you for who you were, she knew who she was marrying. You convinced yourself it was easier this way because when it comes down to it you're selfish and unreasonable. Only, you refuse to see that, and tell yourself that you're doing the "right thing".What went wrong? How could something great fall apart so easily in such a short amount of time? Chances are, you didn't ask the right questions. You were more concerned with one big question than the rest of the small ones. You didn't ask if your female best friend would get in the way of your marriage, if she could accept it. You weren't willing to give certain things up and you didn't tell her. And you refused to accept things in her life that you hoped would just go away. Forgotten were the breakfasts in bed she made, the times she sacrificed her needs for your wants (which in truth went unnoticed), and the simplicity of love when you looked into each other's eyes. The flaws became too many, the dreams too few. You're leaving, and she can't stop you. But next time, maybe you'll remember the the little things, and maybe you'll ask more questions first.