So…You Don’t Want To Marry Me?

“So…You Don’t Want To Marry Me?” was first published in the Santa Barbara Sentinel as ā€œReal Talk,ā€ December 2016. (Also, I write under the pen name, Elizabeth RoseĀ and my fiancĆ©Ā Chris is known as ā€œJasonā€ in the I Heart stories.)

So…You Don’t Want To Marry Me?

It took a drastic life change to see beyond my five-year plan, and it turns out,Ā a canceled trip to MexicoĀ can do that. So, with my calendar suddenly cleared, I had no choice but to face the question:Ā 

Do Jason and I have a future?Ā 

We pillow talked about what we wanted out of life, but it was time to figure out what I valued most. And I couldnā€™t rely on my heart to guide me through this one. I had to use my head, too.Ā 

So, taking emotions out of it as best I could, I looked at our relationship like a business merger. I contemplated the nitty-gritty ā€“ marriage, home, work, kids ā€“ and determined what I needed and what I couldnā€™t give up. And it turns out, the traditional girl inside of me couldnā€™t give up marriage.Ā 

Then, a scary thought set in. Not only did I have to be ready for the answer, but I also had to walk away if we couldnā€™t agree. This was the time to negotiate a future or shake hands and walk away.

It’s Tuesday evening, and Iā€™m scanning the car the radio as Jason drives along the windy roads toward his sisterā€™s house. Weā€™re about five minutes away from family dinner and at this random moment, I decided it was time to talk.Ā 

ā€œBabe, I need to ask you something,ā€ I said. ā€œDo you see usā€¦ married?ā€

He paused too long before exhaling deeply.

ā€œWell, I see us building a future together,ā€ Jason said. ā€œBut not marriage.ā€

A sharp pain pierced my insides and it was suddenly hard to swallow.

Are you fucking kidding me?Ā I wanted to shout. But instead, I nodded politely and let him finish.

ā€œMy parents are divorced, both grandparents got divorced, and I was pressured into marriage once,ā€ he said. ā€œSo, I guess Iā€™m jaded.ā€

It was then reminded myself that this was ā€œjust businessā€ and it was time to be clear that, for me, marriage was a non-negotiable. And as much as I valued our partnership, I couldnā€™t stay if it wasnā€™t in our future.

ā€œOkay, I understand, and Iā€™m sorry you feel that way,ā€ I said, suddenly fearless.Ā ā€œBut I want to experience marriage one day. And if I went through life and never married, I would feel I missed out.ā€Ā 

And it was in those moments before he spoke ā€“ which felt like infinity, by the way ā€“ a funny thing happened. I wasnā€™t scared anymore. It turned out, the scary part wasnā€™t his response; it was keeping my needs buried inside. Because no matter what he said next, I would be alright. The fact that I stood up for myself was what mattered most.Ā 

Silently we drove the rest of the way to his sisterā€™s house.

But before we got out of the car, he took my hands in his and looked into my eyes, and said, ā€œElizabeth, I love you and I want you to be happy. So, if marriage is what you want, then I want to be married to you.ā€

Can you relate to this unperfect love story? If so, please tell us in the comments below! xo

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