I didn’t want an expensive ring.
I just needed one thing: to hear that after ten years he really chose me.
I’ve booked a table in a good restaurant.
At dinner, gathering courage, I said calmly:
“Michael, maybe we should finally get married? Even if it’s just a small ceremony for our loved ones.”
She’s gone.
He left the fork.
And then he laughed.
I’ll never forget that laugh.
“Laura, are you serious?”
“Yes.
He shook his head.
“I will never marry you.”
I felt like I’d put myself in my face.
“Why?”
He leaned back in the chair and calmly replied:
“Because it’s just a card paper. We already live as husband and wife.”
And then he added a few more words.
And they made me realize that for the past ten years I’ve seen our relationship very differently than he has.
I didn’t do the scene.
