And we’re NOT engaged
My brother got engaged today. He’s 20. And he got engaged. She’s fine. Quite nice actually. And he seems happy, so all is well. Except it’s not. My younger brother is getting married. My older sister is already married. And I’m single.
Well, not single, unless you’re the little box that I have to check whenever I fill out any forms. Then I’m single. Because forms hate relationships, unless you have a ring. Damn forms. Either way, I’m not married. Meaning that both of My siblings will be engaged and married before Me, The Middle Child. Which is no big deal, really. Not to Me at least. We’re together, I’m happy, He’s happy, and She’s happy. But She’s also ringless, which has it’s own way of outweighing the happy. And when My father pointed out that She’ll probably have to put Her ring finger into therapy after My brother gets married, it didn’t really help the cause. But it’s all part of a plan. A cost saving maneuver, if you will.
She’s ready now. She loves weddings and would love have one. The ring planning, the ring food, the cake, the ring venue. All are very appealing. Now. But I figure if I wait a few more years, two or three tops, this interest will slowly decay. The guest list will shrink. The cake will be downsized to cupcakes, and then further downsized to a BYO Cake. And the diamond? Well, after seven or eight years, I should be able to slip by with just about any stone I can find.
The plan isn’t perfect, I’ll give you that. And it won’t last. But it’s all I have. I can’t just rush into it. It’s Me we’re talking about! I plan trips to the bathroom! There’s no way I could just slap together a proposal. But I’ve been betrayed. By My brother. My bastard younger brother who had no regard for Me when he decided to propose.
So I guess it’s about time to step up to the plate. Or at least get in line to bat. Then I can do some stretches and pull a muscle in order to sit out for a few more innings. But only a few . . .
