My deeply apologies for telling my sad story on Christmas Eve. But here it goes:

My bf of a year and a half proposed. In the living room of our future house (empty and unfinished)in the middle of the afternoon 3 days ago. The ring is solitary so small to the point of me not being able to see him with contact lenses.

No dinner afterwards no nothing. Even has the audacity to ask me what do I want to do. As if I had to decide how to propose myself. I have been thinking a lot and I’m returning the damn ring tomorrow. My parents say I’m ungrateful. I think I’m just someone who deserves a lot better. Btw, we are both late twenties and both have a comfortable salary.

The end