Fairytales End

It started off as a high school romance.  You know the kind were both the girl and the guy are so new at it at that they fumble their way through all the firsts.  First date, First kiss, First love.  That was us, for about 6 months.  Then we broke up, didn’t talk for 2 years and saw each other and became friends again.  After 6 years we started dating again, we had sex within 1 week of our renewed romance, a first we didn’t try back in high school.  We were happy, content, and that perfect couple, the one that all the friends said belonged together.  After 2 years and attending everyone else’s wedding or congratulating them on their engagements, I wondered if he would ever do something about my naked ring finger.  When he sat me down to tell me of the latest engagement, he knew I was going to lose it.  If any couple didn’t belong together it was them, yet here we sat, the couple everyone said were perfect and should be married and nothing.  He was comfortable, why mess things up?  Well, I was 26 and he was 27 and we were still living with our parents, this was a problem.  My parents were old fashion, his were Catholic, living together was not an option.  We had to sneak around to have sex, yes, we were doing it in the backseat of his car.  Our married friends were having children and I was still screwing around in a car with no signs of this changing.  I pushed the issue, this wasn’t the first time I had, I almost left once because I didn’t see him every getting around to making me more than his girlfriend.  I pushed and he said “Why don’t we go ring shopping this weekend”  That was my proposal.  I picked out my own engagement ring and had it on my finger by Halloween.  That was 15 years ago.