Patience is annoying.

I know "they" say that patience is a virtue. "They" don't seem to understand that if everyone would just get on board with my awesome ideas, things would be smooth, quick and painless. This was never more true then the months leading up to our engagement.

Where do I begin? Let's start with this... Part of my agreeing to relocate 5.5 hours from home was reassurance from him that our relationship was moving towards marriage. You see, I never thought I'd be cohabitating prior to getting married. But I also knew that I wanted to share a zip code with him prior to making any life long promises to one another. For financial and practical reasons, I moved in with him. Mr. D and I had been living together for about 6 months, and I thought things were going great. We talked about the future in very vague terms (I was getting advice to NOT talk about marriage, which, unfortunately, I was taking). His financial state took a turn for the worse, but I'll spare you the details. Things got stressful, and I still wanted to get married. So did he, and he had been planing a very meaningful proposal. But after months of stress and what I saw as a lack of progress, I started to cry. A lot. Everyday.

I have always been a fan of therapy. I went a few times as a kid, mostly to appease my mother. But I always thought positively of the experience and knew that therapy would give me the clarity that I was craving. And, like the trooper he is, Mr. D went with me. I explained to the therapist that I was feeling desperate for security and frustrated that he hadn't proposed yet. He explained that he wanted to make the proposal special and that I needed to relax. She agreed. GREAT. Now I have to wait.

Oh, I should probably mention that I HATE surprises. I like being surprised, but if I know someone is planning to surprise me, I turn into an annoying 4 year old. I complain and whine until the surprise is spoiled. I feel better about it because I can plan around the "surprise", but the surpriser doesn't get the satisfaction of surprising me. Well, sad for them. I know, it's childish and selfish. I'm working on it.

So, I made him tell me. There were no guns or threats involved, but I couldn't stop crying and out of frustration he told me about the proposal he had been planning. It would have been perfect. *sigh*

Understandably, he didn't want to do it that way anymore. And I needed to be okay with the idea that I might not know how, when or where it would happen. *bigger sigh*

So, how did it happen, you ask? Stay tuned!

Were you surprised by your proposal? Was it where, when or how you expected?