The world's worst proposal?
on being 'nice' and 'understanding' to your detriment
He was sitting on the toilet. I walked in the bathroom and he handed me a box.
I was confused. I found a sweet vintage ring inside. I thought it was a joke.
“Will you marry me?”
I actually loved the ring but…? On the toilet?
He also sort of whined about how expensive it was (“It wasn’t cheap!”)
So romantic.
I joked about this at a party months later. Women’s eyes got big as saucers in disbelief.
His male friend asked “Lid down?”
Well, yes, but does that really make it better?
I like nice things, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve always valued the love and thought put into a gesture or gift more than the amount of money spent on it.
I value being nice, easy-going, understanding. But where is the line when we do this to our detriment?
Many years later, he gaslit me after I asked him to point an assault rifle (the serious kind you’d see in a Terminator movie) away from me as I walked behind him because I wasn’t sure he knew I was in the room.
He stomped into the kitchen, spewing “You’re too sensitive! You’re critical and controlling! You don’t know what you’re talking about! I have training!”
I’m too sensitive because I asked you to be sure not to point an assault rifle at me? (This is before I understood what gaslighting was). But I loved the ring in spite of the fact that you gave me so crassly? Does that sound critical?
I’d love to hear any engagement story that’s dumber than this one.
