In May I had been engaged to Joe for three years. Three years engaged. I know long engagements happen now, but it is a really long engagement, and I really want to get married now. A few weeks ago I was honoured to take photos at a wedding, a few weeks ago one of Joe’s friends got married and on Tuesday his brother gets married. Everyone seems to be getting married!
All I see when I log onto Facebook is someone else getting married. It’s my turn, dammit!
I’m that wedding mad that I even text Joe to tell him that I want to get married, like, now. A little ceremony with only our nearest and dearest. We could have a really big “wedding” on our first anniversary with the dress and the big party. I just want to be his wife. We talked, sort of, and we said we’ll start talking about things properly after our holiday. Progress.
I know I’m talking like some bitter old woman who has been waiting her entire life, but I’m really not. I’m just jealous, in a good way, of all the people who are lucky enough to be marrying the person they love. I want to do that.
I guess it’s a lot of things leading me to want to get married at the moment. I know it’ll happen. And I know it’ll happen when we’re in the right position for it to happen. I’m just having one of those days where I feel like everyone is moving forward and I’m stuck in the same spot – I’ll be fine in the morning.
I just want Joe to be home so we can curl up on the sofa and watch Melissa and Joey.
[[Above Image Taken by Me]]