The ring was ordered and I knew the official proposal would be coming whenever the ring was ready. We were told a couple of days but I figured on a week, just to keep myself from going absolutely stir-crazy.
I was excited for the most part, but as the week wore on there were seeds of dread that started to sprout.
I was excited and happy BUT also a little embarrassed to be—like I’m not allowed to feel this way. Like, been there, done that. The do-over is cool and all, but keep it low key.
I might have also been a wee bit gun-shy; before I’d closed the door to marriage I’d been engaged a couple times without making it to the altar (apparently I inspire a forever feeling in some men, at least at first). I was afraid this over-cautious feeling would last through the whole process—two-plus years!—and that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it fully until it was done, and then it would be too late.
Lots of deep breaths, lots of reminders to live in the moment.
I think a lot of encore brides face this fear: we’re not young, fresh, with stars in our eyes, etc. We’re more mature (supposedly); we know what can happen when a marriage goes wrong and are a little jaded about some of the happily-ever-after-isms out there.
Or at least that’s how we think other expect us to be. As much fun as I’d had reading wedding books and magazines, thinking up ways to make that day more us, and soaking up all the inspiration that was out there on the internet, I was still feeling a little weird—not about the engagement becoming official so much as announcing it to our friends and family.
I started wondering if those family and friends would be as happy for us as I wanted them to be. Some would, I was sure, but what about those who just kinda took the information and had no reaction? Would that hurt? In my mind it already did. As much as I consider myself to be realistically optimistic, I’ve always lived by the “expect the worst, hope for the best” maxim. And I’ve got a doozy of an imagination for the worst case scenario.
The Wednesday before the engagement was the worst (almost-in-tears-at-my-desk worst) over the imagined slights of those around us who took the news with “oh, OK, whatever.” I was so glad when T didn’t come home with the ring that day and confessed my fears.
Getting it off my chest made a world of difference, though. By the next day I was back to looking forward to the upcoming reveal.
Did you ever worry about how other people would react to news of your engagement?