dear you,
you should have clung to your twisted belief. that would have saved you from the hurt you’re feeling right now. okay, i’m exaggerating. i know, it isn’t pain you feel–you’re just feeling a little, shall we say, ticked? alright, no–not a little ticked–ticked BIG TIME is more like it.
so, why oh-so-blue? well, why wouldn’t you be? you were fine. you were doing just fine. you’re enjoying a relationship that has outlived your expectations. you’re securely tucked in the arms of the man you love. everything seems abloom.
then suddenly, the love of your life started talking about marriage. yes, the dreaded M word. you panicked–not that you got rashes all over, that would have been very carrie bradshawish if you ask me. but yeah, you panicked. you started to think you’re not cut out for it. you can’t do it. you don’t have the marriage bone in your body. you, after all, are gamophobic. marriage for you is cockroach for others. rat, even. heights. think the unthinkable–that’s how you view marriage. you wouldn’t be caught dead talking about walking down the aisle with your friends. sure, you love weddings, who doesn’t? even i, love weddings. but marriage? nah.
you love the man you’re with. you smile at the thought of waking up next to him in the morning, you smile at the thought of him someday fathering your child, you get giddy just imagining how cool it would be to have him beside you at night. slowly, you started weaving dreams with him. you began envisioning your future with him in it. you get chummy close with his parents. you fell in love with them. you grew attached to them. you’ve practically become a part of their family—you’ve been to every birthday celebration, you’ve included them in your Christmas shopping list, you dine with them, you spend time with them. and the best part is, everything’s mutual. you like love them, they like love you too. so, naturally, people start egging you on, telling you that it’s about time that you take your relationship into the next level. they started bugging you about THE wedding. when is it gonna be? why is it taking too long for you to take the plunge? yadayadayada.
SO…
gradually, you—the erstwhile miss commitment-phobe get a little uhmm, warmed up to the idea of one day getting hitched. it can’t be that bad, you convinced yourself. a little by little you started to envision yourself taking the next step. you and your man started mulling the future. condo brochures have become appealing to the both of you overnight, saving suddenly became a must-do on your list. vera wang pops in your head now and then. melissa sweet, too. and oh, yeah—jimmy choo. you started auditioning wedding gowns in your sleep. you started frequenting wedding websites. you started plotting a dream wedding. when stuck in traffic, you spend time counting would-be guests. you’re thinking of when and where it would be best to hold THE event. you’re on the lookout for churches, caterers, hotels…the works! your would-be groom is ecstatic. finally, he got you convinced that his family name will sound nice next to your name. finally he got you to consider becoming his wifey. you let your friends in on your little secret—you pretend that you’re still a tad undecided but really, you have everything mentally laid out already…
then BOOM!
your man intimated your plans to his dad. he must have been thrilled, right? he wasn’t. his reaction: ‘nalulungkot ako.’
wait a minute…i thought they like you? love you, even?
did i miss anything?
i’m just as surprised as you are. i thought you get along well with them? why this?
you dunno. you’re clueless.
you’re hurt.
i dunno what to say.
frankly, i’m so tempted to say, ‘i told you so.’
because really now, you should have seen that coming, right?
i mean, c’mon! it could only be two things—one, they want you, they like you, they love you, but only as his girlfriend. you’re not exactly good wife-material, are you? two, he’s their baby. they’re never gonna let him go.
are you getting my point?
i hope you do.
so, i suggest you scratch all that marriage crap from your head and go back to your old ways.
you’re never getting married. NEVER. at least not to him.
‘ya hear?
-me
