Originally Posted by
Gribble
I'd get down on one knee, open the jewelry box and say:
"Hey, here's a lump of rock that a bunch of people in Africa died horribly just for you to wear it on your finger. Let's sign a contract that we'll stay true to each other for the rest of our lives even though that isn't really feasible and we've got better than 50/50 odds of divorcing. You weren't planning to do anything interesting with the best years of your life anyway, right?"
My ex proposed in a way that was just about as harsh... in retrospect anyway. We were over at his grandparents' house visiting his relatives (no holidays, or special occasion... just a common visit --- one of many more to come). In front of all his relatives he got down on one knee, stated how 'compatible' we were, that he could offer stability, make all my dreams come true, and loved me very much. Then he showed the ring and asked me to marry him.
I was completely caught off guard, overwhelmed by the 'show of force,' and though I loved him at the time... I did feel very pressured. However, I was 19 at the time, and so due to my inexperience (and believing I was 'in love') I accepted.
Needless to say, the wedding, the reception, and the entire marriage from start to finish had a 'Cinderella theme' but without the prince charming...
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen