“This is our home,” I always said.
We opened a joint bank account, paid the bills together, renovated the kitchen, and adopted a small dog from a shelter.
All of our friends and relatives thought of us as husband and wife.
David even often jokingly introduced me as his wife.
Only one thing was missing.
A ring.
At first, it didn’t bother me. I thought we still had plenty of time. Then David said we needed to establish our careers first. Later, he claimed we should renovate the house before getting married. After that, he said we needed to save more money.
Every year, he found a new reason.
For the tenth anniversary of our relationship, I booked a table at a beautiful restaurant. I wasn’t expecting some spectacular proposal. I didn’t want hundreds of guests or an expensive wedding.
I only wanted him, after ten years of building a life together, to officially choose me.
