My boyfriend just proposed to me. I told him I would have to sleep on it. This is a lifestyle change that I assumed might happen someday… …really…far…off…in…the…future. Now that he’s asked, it feels as though I am sleepwalking in someone else’s life, numb and bewildered.
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I love my boyfriend. He’s a generally nice guy. He has kind of a messed up past (addiction/anger issues) that he has been very open about. I have never seen any of these behaviors and I’ve known him for several years. He’s worked very hard to overcome these issues, and for that, I am incredibly proud of him. I can’t help but worry, though. What if he wants kids? I think he might. I’m 34, he’s 36. I have never wanted kids. He says he thinks it might be nice, and he seems to be trying to plant little Holly Homemaker seeds in my head. I am a deaf audience to all that. I have a Master’s degree and an awesome job. I have ZERO inclination to give all that up to play housewife, though he’s never directly insinuated that this is part of his plans. He says he just loves me and wants to get married. That is also kind of problematic to me because of the acrimonious divorce I witnessed my parents go through as a child. Marriage seems to make people unhappy. I don’t want it to taint a good thing.
I really enjoy being with him. He “gets” me. He’s essentially a good catch, all things considered. My mom says I should be happy/feel flattered. Instead, I am terrified. I want him - but I don’t know if I want this. Then again, what if this is my only chance and I blow it? I am so frustrated!!!
Am I being unfair? Why can’t things just stay as they are? I have a sinking suspicion that things can never be the same again. If I decline the offer, he’ll probably be crushed and leave me. If I accept, I might be very uncomfortable with the outcome.
Advice?