Hey, Hey Waffle gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories mixed with Ami the asshole as well. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider him that like, let's subscribe and maybe that notification bell too. And let's just crack straight on with today's first story.

Now, today's first story comes from Bad Proposal 9 460.

It says, am I the asshole for not giving my fiancé the proposal slash ring she deserves?

And it does come with a very small but concluding update.

I 25 male proposed to my fiancé 25 female last week after five years together.

My fiancé and I are both really introverted slash homebodies.

This made me think a public proposal wouldn't be a good idea for either of us.

Plus my fiancé despises being the center of attention because it causes her anxiety. So I decided that a more

private and intimate proposal would be best. I decided to do it at home. We've lived here

together just the two of us for three years now. It was both of ours first real place on our own.

I think we have a lot of memories together here.

I propose on our fifth anniversary since it's already an important day to us and it has

sentimental value, if that makes sense.

I figured I could catch her off guard easier too because anything romantic I did that day could be chalked up to the anniversary.

So on our anniversary, I made her breakfast in bed.

We exchanged gifts, then we cuddled and binge watched our favorite show for a while.

We went to lunch at a favorite restaurant.

After that, I told her we were getting a massage. I pretended

that they didn't have any couple rooms left, so we'd have to be in separate rooms. So she went

for a massage and I went home to set up. I cooked her favorite meal for dinner and made sure I had

her favorite wine. I lit plenty of candles and set up a shit ton of roses, her favorite. I also

wrote her a letter and put it on the table. There was a lot I wanted to say and I knew I was going to be

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