Pickle asked me last night when Jer and I were going to get married. I had a moutful of pop and nearly spit it out everywhere. I told him I didn’t know and asked why he was asking me. He tells me that he knows I really like him and that he thinks I should. He says we’ve been together forever, we don’t fight, we laugh a lot, he loves me, I love him, so why not? I told him I wasn’t ready to get married yet because I had just had my heart broken and that I wanted it to get all better first. Then when we got home Pickle asked Jer when he was going to ask me to marry him. He didn’t freak out and scream running in the other direction. KUDOS! Then he told Pickle he loved me lots and we weren’t ready to get married yet.
I thought all of this was pretty cute … until today.
Today, Pickle’s counselor told me that he told her that EX asked him (did you get all that?) if it was ok for him to ask his girlfriend to marry him.
Kinda a slap in the face.
Not sure how i feel about that yet.
There’ll be more on this subject when I can wrap my brain around it.