I got engaged on our 8 year anniversary last week.
The setting was perfect. I had no idea, as he had insisted I book the restaurant.
As all the other folks left the restaurant (all 2 tables) - he came round the table and got down on one knee, presenting me with the most beautiful ring and asked me to be his wife. I cried and said yes.
This was after a whirlwind week where I took off sick again, almost booked myself into a mental clinic, and then had second thoughts.
I got a final written warning at work - one more misstep and I'm out.
And that's me for now.
I am furiously on the hunt for a job. It's not that great. Neither is work.
I am tired. I just had a nap on the grass outside for 30 mins. It did not help.
I just want to go home, and stay home.
