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And let's crack on with today's first story. Much love guys. Now, today's first story comes from the Am I the Asshole here,

subreddit from Throwaway Proposal Finn. And this is a story that we have covered in the past,

but it does have a new update to it as well. So, as always, if you want to skip certain parts

of the story, timestamps are always down in the description and along the timeline below.

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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 he 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

clear my deep desire to marry, and was consistently dismissed, given empty promises, gaslit.

We had been through the gamut with therapy and one counsellor 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 that he was

just given me the false illusion of progress to store. My boyfriend and I have four kids. The

oldest three are adults while the youngest is 15 female. We were sleeping over elsewhere when this all went down.

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