…for having been engaged and never married.
I need to write about this matter to get it off my chest; to process it. I know I am not a loser. I know that because I was once engaged I am not a loser or damaged goods, or anything of that sort.
Yet, there is still a part of me that feels that I shouldn’t have even gotten engaged. If I go that route, then I should add that I should never have let the then-boyfriend move in. But if I say that, then I should never have let the relationship make pretend it was something it wasn’t and allow it to go on for as long as it had.
I am not looking to point blame or admit fault or anything related to that. I merely needed to process this screwed-up mentality. I really need to forgive myself.
By doing so, I reassess the positives:
- I only ever want to be married once and forever and have a happy, successful, loving marriage that works both ways. I may now have this at some point, having to still say that I have never married.
- I realized that the relationship was neither healthy nor ever going to function properly and therefore, ended it before having gone too far (as in more years).
- I know more of what I don’t want. This works for the opposite, too: I realize what I do want.
- I understand how other issues seriously affect a relationship. Some examples: family, money/budgeting, work/job, job-related activities (holiday parties, picnics, and the like), big-ticket purchases (house, car, etc.), organizing an event together, and sharing goals, naming a few.
- Team-work must always be present and never falter.
- Take serious matters seriously. Have pow-wows often to re-group, re-center, and re-focus. Making sure we’re both on the same page is vital.
- Laughing is key. This goes hand-in-hand with having fun together. Good times are always great to reflect back on.
- Respect, trust, and love are either there or not. They are known from the start. They can only grow. I realize their importance for a sustaining relationship.
- Trust my gut. My gut is the only thing that will never let me down. And if it does or if I don’t listen to it, well, that was a lesson that I had to learn.
Though I gear these positives towards relationships, they have also allowed me to recognize the type of person I am. They have allowed me see what I am comprised of; who I am.
This leads me to a hurdle: what do I do with my supposed wedding ring? I’m open to suggestions. Do I leave it alone, packing it away to never be seen until I’m 50 and reflect back? Do I vow to marry my Self, taking on all the positives I have listed above; making the next man earn the right to take it off and replace it?
And yes, that is a picture of the actual ring. For the curious types the ring is pewter with a bit of gold in the middle.