Do you remember the proposal?

I don’t remember a proposal which is surprising because DH was a romantic. We just knew we were serious and decided to announce our engagement at Christmas. We were married for just short of sixty years and I miss him all the time.

My story echoes that of Gingster we met at school aged 16 and 15 and were together always after that.
It was just accepted that we would marry eventually which we did aged 22 and 21.
Married for 60 years and 8 months.
He was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in his 70’s and I looked after him until the last 4 months of his life when his cancer was diagnosed and I visited every day but possibly two and was holding his hand when he died.
That was 6 and a half years ago.
A romantic proposal has never seemed missed or important.
Maybe I shall get that next time!!

We were sitting on a bench in the park and he took my hand and said we should get engaged. No mention of getting married but we did several years later.

I have loved reading all these stories, and I love how ‘natural’ they all are. It seems today that things like an engagement ( maybe even after two or three children and living together for years) are all done with a view to being posted on social media, so it has to be as gimmicky as possible.

Things were so simple then.

Which one? I’m onto husband Number 3!

It was a mutual decision after a couple of pregnancy scares that defied contraception! A right Fyrtle Myrtle me!!

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Which one? I’m onto husband Number 3!

Is that why your name is whywhywhy!?

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Which one? I’m onto husband Number 3!

The lot....all three....

I put them all - none of which I accepted (thankfully....).

Though it's nice to read that it all worked out well for many on here...

Reading this thread, casual agreements/drifting into marriage and long happy marriages seem to go together.

Possibly because we were all just recognising that the fundamentals were right and took it too seriously to make a song and dance aabout it.

I think it was ‘we have to move be so we should get married’. Never got an engagement ring. Even after 57 years.

It was actually quite a big thing I had to ask her father’s approval before she said yes, apparently granny liked me too. It proved to be a very supportive family to be part of.
My SIL did ask me if he could marry our eldest daughter too.

Very old fashioned by todays standards but it was over half a century ago

David49

It was actually quite a big thing I had to ask her father’s approval before she said yes, apparently granny liked me too. It proved to be a very supportive family to be part of.
My SIL did ask me if he could marry our eldest daughter too.

Very old fashioned by todays standards but it was over half a century ago

Shades of my father one time saying he wished we did arranged marriages here - as he would have liked to be able to choose someone he thought suitable for me LOL.

Implication being that he didnt think I was doing too well at selecting boyfriends myself...

He did duly select a man I didnt even know he'd met one time - ie a work colleague of mine from one of the jobs I had (cue for me thinking "He would approve of a fellow teacher - but he's evangelical Christian and so not suitable for me") and duly commented on the longest-serving boyfriend of mine "Yes....he's nice.....but not intelligent enough for you"....

We just sort of agreed to get married at a time which fitted round assorted children's schooling. 35 years later we are still going strong.

The 'Bodach'???? I got my engagement ring in McGowans in The Arcade,'83,as well. We just decided to get married. Got married'84

I remember. I wish I didn’t. It’s now 35 years later and he’s divorcing me. Nothing I can do.
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So many of us from the same generation who made a joint decision to get married! My friends and I would have thought it very odd if a boy had gone down on bended knee which seems the awful norm now. We were the first generation to be liberated from all that, we women felt we were equals and surely all the big decisions had to be mutual ones.

In 1978 Mr BP and I decided to get married whilst hugging in the sea in Sicily as we really wanted a baby and knew our parents would have kicked up an awful fuss if we had gone ahead without. It seemed worth it at the time. We were the first in our cohort to do so (as mentioned by another poster as it wasn't the fashion at all at the time).. We were made fun of but quite a few others followed - and others fell by the wayside having held out against marriage but when things broke down did not have legal protection.
That baby is now 45. How did that happen?

IamMaz

I remember. I wish I didn’t. It’s now 35 years later and he’s divorcing me. Nothing I can do.
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Ah IamMaz, I'm so sorry you're going through this

No Romantic proposals at all - just statements such as “I think we should get married”, “Let’s get Married”. “When are you going to Mary me?” etc.
and there were FOUR!

That's sad IamMaz. All the best to you.

We were in town and he stopped outside H. SAMUELS. He asked if I'd like to get engaged. I was shocked but before I knew it we were inside picking a ring. We had hardly any money and the ring was as cheap as they come. We went home and showed my mum who was doing the ironing. She was over the moon. 53 years later it all worked out well.

He was in the Fleet Air Arm ( Royal Navy) and we were on the Portsmouth to Gosport ferry. Bless him, he used the money he had been saving for a sports car, to buy my ring!! Then, of course, he insisted on asking my lovely Dad, who obviously realised what he was trying to do! His answer was 'Just as long as she isn't pushing a pram before you get married!!!' - not until 3 years later!!
Sadly, my lovely sailor is no longer with me.

We'd been going out for about 2 years and were on holiday at the seaside (slept in separate rooms of course - this was in the mid 1960s). We were on the sands one day when he proposed. Married the following year.

Babs03

We were in Blackpool and my DH said let’s get married, I said something like ok.
We may have been eating chips at the time.

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It’s a bit hazy, but the subject of marriage came up in his widowed mother’s house and I suggested that we should live together (bohemian me, conservative him). That didn’t fit with his principles, so we got married six months later.

I wasn’t keen on being engaged, found it neither here nor there and he wasn’t short of money, so no saving up required.
Also my arty friends thought engagements and marriage rather naff.
My lovely DH died in 2016 after 44 years of marriage.