Being engaged is pretty fantastic. I highly recommend it. I have been engaged for five months now and have another five months of being engaged to go.
The first hour and a half of being engaged, I was speechless. Yes – me: speechless.
Something I never anticipated about being engaged was the permission complete strangers feel they have to ask about the wedding just because they recognize a piece of jewelry as a representation of engagement. Even stranger is my willingness to share intimate details about my wedding plans with anyone who asks.
The plans themselves are pretty sparse, actually. I’m pretty anti-wedding. I just attended a $35,000 170-guest affair and the bulldog of a wedding planner alone has turned my stomach. I’m hoping to do our wedding at about one-tenth the scale, all the way around.
One of the biggest issues, currently is the family. Mine is fractured and dysfunctional, as most families are. My fiancé’s is no better. One major difference is that his family is happy to stay out–way out–of our lives. Mine is not. Of course, I’m too politely Southern and female to tell my folks where to stick their overblown fantasies of how my wedding should be. Don’t let anyone fool you: being a Southern Belle in 2002 sucks.
That’s not entirely true, but it is true enough, where wedding days are concerned.
Currently, I’m considering elopement. Now, if I can only convince my fiancé that it’s a great idea!
‘Til then, I’m going to milk this heavy ring finger. “Yes. Someone wants me. Someone wants the whole world to see that I am his and no one else’s.” Never mind the stress that the WEDDING has already caused… being ENGAGED rocks.