I asked him to marry me. Honest request. He turned me down. Definitely some issues that I can understand made him wary of saying yes. Not a problem. I put myself out there and I’m proud of myself for that. I’m not ashamed, nor hurt or upset. In a way, it’s kind of a load off. But I know that in a couple months when I leave to go back home, he will object. But in all honesty, there will be no ring on my finger so I am free to move forward in life in a way and to a place that is best for me. We all get to make choices. We all get to. That’s life!
