I’ve waited long enough and this is his final chance.
My partner and I met when I was 28, just months after my ex and I broke off our two year engagement. I’m now 35 and we’ve been going strong for the past seven years.
In my mind I’d always planned to be married fairly young and start a family early. I thought that’s what I was getting when I was engaged for the first and only time at the age of 23.
But that’s not how the cookie crumbled. I thought I was going to be alone forever, until I met my current partner.
He saved me from a time when I was at my lowest and I’m grateful every day for how my life has turned out so far. Because I truly believe with all my heart that he is my soul mate. I know he is my soul mate.
But there’s a problem in the pit of my stomach that I hate every day that we are together.
He won’t propose to me.
I so desperately want to be with this man for the rest of my life and to make that one, huge, commitment to one another. My life isn’t taking the path that I expected and I seriously need to get it back on track.
I know that he’s committed and that he loves me. I know that he wants to be with me. We’re both incredibly happy. But it’s the one thing that’s dragging me down.
We went on a trip to Europe last year. Nothing.
My birthday went by. Nothing.
Christmas went by. Nothing.
And I can’t wait for it any longer. So I made a pact with myself. I told myself last year that if I wasn’t engaged by the following Valentine’s Day that I would leave my partner.