I think BF may have the ring! But, pushing that aside and trying to squash the super "OMG!!!" school girl scream inside of me and focusing on being relaxed and enjoying the moment, I cannot help but be sad.
A few weeks ago, I was adamant that BF ask my parents for permission. I told him that it would mean so much to me because I am trying to rebuild my relationship with my dad. I knew it would mean a lot to my dad too. Then, my dad relapsed. He took off again, not a word to anyone, and no body can get a hold of him. I am devastated. After my mom told me that he was gone again, I turned to my BF and said "I guess you don't need to ask my dad for permission anymore," and I broke down crying.
It would mean so much to me for BF to have asked my dad. Part of me hates him, but then he still is my dad so I always hope that someday things will be mended between the two of us.
I am excited for BF to propose, but sad because my dad is not a part of it.
I really need to go horseback riding. Clear my head. But, I really needed to just put this all down in writing and sort out my feelings.