Hey, Hey, Waffle, gang, I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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stories. Much love, guys. Now, today's first story comes from a throw away account and says,

I'm I the asshole for rolling my eyes at my boyfriend's proposal

because it took 25 years of me begging.

Yesterday after dinner, my 52 female boyfriend of 30 years, 53 male,

proposed to me.

He just walked towards me holding a box and said to open it.

There was a ring, I had pictured this moment a million different times, but never thought

I'd be so apathetic.

My boyfriend then said that he was retired now and wants to kick back and enjoy life with

me and would love to do it all with me as his wife.

A nice speech in all, but from the five-year mark of our relationship onwards, I'd been

making it clear my deep desire to marry and was consistently dismissed, given empty promises,

gaslit. We'd been through the gamut with therapy,

and one counselor implied that me telling him we needed to go to therapy and getting his

butt on the couch still means nothing if his mind has been made up. I was in denial about the

fact he was just giving me the false illusion of progress to stall. My boyfriend and I have four kids.

The oldest three are adults while the youngest is 15 female. I was sleeping over elsewhere

when this all went down. All of our kids went to a private school filled with typical southern

soccer parents. I had to enjoy PTA mums jabs about me not sharing a last name with my kids.

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