Stop telling me what I want.
I give up.
I told you, I don’t know what I want.
You want a long engagement. How many years is that?
Planning out the ‘perfect’ proposal, spending all that time preparing it, weeks keeping it to myself, trying to come up with the right words was pretty pointless if you don’t believe any of the things I said to you.
I do believe them. It just feels like you’re doing everything to please other people. I want you to have opinions about stuff, and I want us to talk about ideas, and a shared input, and I don’t want to feel like whatever I say, you’ll just go along with it to make me happy, unless it makes somebody else unhappy. I want to know what you want, not what your sister wants.
Why would you ask me that?
Because it feels like you’re just doing it to shut me up. You don’t seem excited about your sister coming, and you keep giving me chances to change my mind.
Okay. I’m just going to go get some coffee or something.
Do you actually want to get married?
I don’t know. It’s a lot to think about.
Sure. It doesn’t matter.
It’s okay. We could make scrapbooks or something if you want, to help you decide.
I don’t know what I want.