11:30 p.m.
Dennis asked me to marry him, and I said, “yes.” Oh my gosh! What a mind-boggling event. It was so much more than I ever dreamed it would be. Ten minutes must have elapsed from the time he said, “Will you marry me?” to the time I said, “Yes.” In that ten minutes, so many images flashed through my mind. I saw pictures of what my life would be like with Dennis and what it would be like without him; how my life would be if I got married at 26, and how it would be if I got married at 39; and I said, “Yes.”
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Sadly, I don’t have my own personal record of the event in my own journal, however…
I’d bet the reality of being married to me doesn’t bear much resemblance to the images flashing through your mind nearly twenty years ago. This is neither good nor bad, just entirely different from expectations.
For you romantics out there, this was in my apartment after a long week+ of separation and breaking up. And perhaps a longer conversation about the future.
That, and I recall having some laundry in process of being folded.
That’s right! We were folding laundry when you proposed. Sigh. :}