So lets make a list of things that we did "wrong" in our relationship:
- I threw myself at him unlike a proper coy woman.
- We started dating even though we were coworkers.
- Clung to each other in the first few months like any therapist would warn against.
- Moved in together after only about 9 months
- Got a pet while we were just dating
- Mixed our money before we were even engaged.
- I moved with him for his career.
I don't regret any of these decisions because we didn't flippantly make them. In fact we deliberated over them and made the decisions even though they were the "wrong" choice according to most relationship self help books, they were the perfect choices for us.
So why would we follow the rules when it came to getting engaged? So in the summer of 2010 the Mr. and I had been talking about getting engaged. I had made it clear that I want to get married around the time I graduate from my Master's which was around the 5 year mark. He laughed at my timeline but was fine with it after wrapping his head around it. He knew he wanted to get married but was being a typical man and acted like he had cold feet. I of course, like most women, was beyond ready!
After a lot of discussions on how to go about getting engaged we decided to go ring shopping. We had joint finances so it's not like I would be surprised after seeing a big jewelry store purchase go through our bank account.
I am not the kind of girl who has been dreaming about a
Kimmy K sized rock since I was a little girl. In fact I am extremely practical and frugal. I told him that if he spent more then $1,500 on a ring I would be mad. He on the other hand would have maxed out every credit card he could get his hands on to get me the "ring I deserved". Sweet sentiment but I won out.
At first I wanted to look at Moisonite because I could get size and clarity for cheap. This was fine with me and I had several picked out. The Mr. couldn't bring himself to buy me a "fake ring" to start out our lives together. In his words, "it isn't a I-think-you-are-pretty-cool piece of jewelry, it is a this-is-forever piece of jewelry" I guess I can't argue with such a sweet thought even if I am frugal as hell!
So we went to Zales and Kay, etc. I found a couple I like such as:
Zales promise ring 1/10th CT. T.W. (
Zales)
Zales promise ring 1/4 CT. T.W. (
Zales)
This was not ok with the Mr.! A promise ring? A center stone so small? He hands down refused. So I looked bigger.
Kay 1/3 Carat solitaire (
Kay)
I liked the first of these with the intricate detail. The Mr. liked it but insisted on a larger center stone. I ended up not going with that one because as much as I liked the detail, I felt like a lot of the detail on the sides would be hidden by a wedding band. I went in not thinking I would like the plain solitaire but once I had seen it with more detailed wedding bands and wraps I loved it. Again, he insisted on a bigger stone so this is my beautiful ring:
Personal photo
It was a compromise, not as big as he would have like but not as cheap as I would have liked. Marriage is about compromise, so why not star out with the ring?
Love it! (Personal photo)
(Personal photo)
(Personal photo)
Yet, I didn't get to keep that pretty ring. We checked out. They put it in a box and a bag. We started to drive home and the Mr. held on to it. He put it in his closet and every once and a while when he wasn't home I would sneak a peak. For the next few months he would tease me that he was going to wear it as a pinky ring and not actually give it to me! On August 6th 2010 the Mr. went to the gym in the afternoon. It was a weekend afternoon and I continued to lazily watch a Real Housewives marathon. When he came home from the gym he pulled me into the guest bedroom where his closet was. He was sweaty but wanted a kiss and a snuggle.
One of our constant inside jokes is "make you a deal". It goes something like this: if you bring me the ketchup from the kitchen I will make you a deal- I will give you a back massage. So while we were snuggling he had his hands around my back. He said "make you a deal?" I said yes and rolled my eyes. "You can have this" at which point he pulled out the ring "if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives" Even though I knew it was going to happen eventually I was shocked! I cried, gasped yes, and gave him a big hug.
Turns out while he went to gym he called my dad to ask him permission to marry me. One point to the "follow the rules category".
Did you pick out your own engagement ring or was it a surprise? Who wanted the rock and who wanted to be conservative? Who won that argument?