Weddings are a Scam, but I’m Planning One Anyway

When my fiancĂ© David got down on one knee in my high school bedroom to propose, I swear I saw a flash of our life together. In a matter of seconds, I thought about our kids, the home we’ll build, vacations, Christmases, all of it.

I snatched the ring box out of his hand without even answering his question, put the ring on my left hand and sobbed.

David’s proposal was our kind of perfect. Our relationship blossomed at 3 a.m. in my car sitting outside his dorm chatting about life; our love for one another deepened in the quiet moments in my college apartment when we’d hold each other at the end of bad day and our future was solidified during a private moment with this ring.

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