Well you could take the ring and find out what his reaction is...
BUT, you are a good DBer and won't do that. You're going to learn patience, grasshopper, but it will take time!
Yeah, figures! If I want something done right I have to do it myself. Oh well, such is life - point me in the direction of Tiffany's! Then your H can come home to a NEW ring on your hand, which will for sure have him wondering.
I must say, I admire your bravery in telling your H about the BB. I haven't breathed word one to mine...I don't know how he would take it. In a way, this is my process and I need to hash out my feelings here without him reading all about it. That may be the opposite of what I am trying to achieve though...well at least now I have something to think about for the next couple of hours since my work load has been NIL today!
Go Tiffany's!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
Oh dear, no no no...that was not a termination letter - it was WARNING your H of the possibility of such. We can't terminate him without valid warning and a chance to improve his attendance...
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
It is so hard to keep up with you girls! Sometimes my head is spinning...
(In a good way, of course, not like an Exorcist way or anything like that!)
Meredith, I told my H about the board, I didn't invite him to become a member! He would not come and read my stuff unless he asked me first, I know this for a fact. See why I am intent on making this work? He's really a great guy. A great guy who made a few mistakes...
Quote: Meredith, I told my H about the board, I didn't invite him to become a member! He would not come and read my stuff unless he asked me first, I know this for a fact. See why I am intent on making this work? He's really a great guy. A great guy who made a few mistakes...
Sounds like it!! I don't know what mine would do...and I have no intention of finding out!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
You seriously rock! What you wrote to Burl was very straightforward, honest and caring. And you told me that you were horrible at giving advice...LIAR!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
Hi, all! Well, I was a slightly bad girl last night. Not sure what the effects will be, but I may never know. Let me explain... H left for his trip at 3 a.m. Nothing eventful happened; I woke up and talked with him until he left. THEN I panicked. I blame this on 2 things: a. He was very nervous about the de-icing of the plane in this frigid weather, and it made me start to worry, and b. The movie "Beaches" was on, and I guess I got a little over-emotional... Anyway, I felt the need to talk to him before his plane took off... so, I called his cell phone. Thank goodness the signal was bad, but I managed to say, "I wanted to say something, but you're breaking up. Just hang up, and let me leave you a voicemail." So, I called back and said something to the effect of: "I'm laying here watching Beaches, which may have some reason for how I feel, (I was kinda emotional sounding) but I just had to tell you that I Love You before you take off. I'm sure everything will be o.k., but I just had to send you off in this way. Do me a favor, don't mention this call to me, o.k?"
What a maroon, as Bugs Bunny would say! What is it about that "wind beneath my wings" song that gets me all crazy? He probably isn't to his hotel yet- he had lots of guys to meet up with and a long drive from the airport, so I don't know when I will hear from him. I feel so stupid! It was just that, at that point, I was convinced that if something happened on the trip, and the last words I said to him were not "I love you," I would have never forgiven myself. Oh well. I guess I'll wait it out. I don't think it was such a smart move, as of course I am not reporting that he called right back to say "I love you too."
Interestingly enough though, last night he was joking around about the time I first said I loved him. We have differing accounts of what happened after this, but that's not important. His first way of telling me he loved me was to say, "I think I could love a girl like you..." (Give him a break, he was only 18!) ANYWAY, last night before bed he was hugging me, and he asked, "is this where I say, "I could fall in love with a girl like you?"
No idea what to make of that. But, as with everything else, if I think too much about it, I will drive myself insane!!!
