I used to say it with pride.
***
Aaron and I moved into a small apartment after college. I worked at a marketing firm, he sold cars, and every Friday we ordered the same pad Thai from the same place.
But every Valentine’s Day, birthday, and Christmas, I caught myself glancing at his hands, waiting for a little box that never came. When I’d gently bring it up, my boyfriend would smile that same soft smile.
“Baby, a ring isn’t the main thing,” he’d say. “I’m saving. I want to do it right. I want to give you everything.”
I believed him. Every single time.
I caught myself glancing at his hands.
***
Meanwhile, my friends got married. Even my younger cousin, Megan, tied the knot at 24, and I laughed too loudly to cover the ache. Then there was Diane, my stepmother, who never missed a chance to twist the knife.
“Sandra, honey,” she said at Thanksgiving two years ago, in front of the whole table. “You’re the girlfriend who couldn’t close the deal!”
