Do you remember the proposal?

I don't really remember DH ,s proposal but apart from one interlude (which I'll keep for another time) has been happy .We,ve just celebrated our 55th wedding anniversary!

I was only 17 when the first proposed. I don’t remember a thing . Only that I got married aged 18 to a control freak wife beater.
I didn’t marry the second one but I was know as a common law wife. He did propose and I turned him down.
The third one I married and still married to. Quite happily most of the time,
My mam always used to say whywhywhy and it just stuck with me.

Mine was a “we can get engaged if you like”, just as he was leaving his parents’ house to travel to a job abroad. We’d been language students and I was due to go to a different country a month later. As it happened the job I’d arranged fell through and I ended up going to join him instead. We lived together out there (quite risqué for the early 70s). We did look into getting married at the British Embassy, but decided instead to wait till we got home two years later.

I never did get a ring, but I’ve still got him over 50 years on.

My sister in law’s niece and her boyfriend were skiing in France this year. He proposed at midnight on NYE. Coincidentally, an ex student from where I used to work was also proposed to by his boyfriend while skiing at Christmas last year.

I don't know anyone who has had a big showy proposal.

There seems to be huge pressure to outshine the rest by putting on a big event, for a proposal, or anything else for that matter. With no expense spared creating the right ‘show’ is essential.
Where we older folk just got asked in gardens, kitchens, pubs, dance halls or the street, and we answered yes or no thanks. 🙂‍↔️ simples !

I honestly don’t want to take any precious moments from anyone but truly if my H had gone down on one knee either in a public or a private place I would have been so embarrassed I think I would have passed out.
My wedding , the actual ceremony, was torture for me, I was so shy I could hardly function.
My responses could hardly be heard beyond my H the Vicar and me.
I am happy to say that over many, many years I have lost that but as a young person I would have been mortified at a public proposal.
So happy for those who had one and enjoyed it.

That’s lovely naughty. I have been on that bridge a few times, very romantic. Venice is my favourite place. Congratulations.🥂

On the Rialto bridge in Venice... We were looking down at the Grand Canal and the people sitting at the restaurants on the bank and I turned to say something to him but he'd disappeared...panic set in until I felt someone take my left hand and I looked down and DH was on one knee and slipped a ring on my finger as he said 'When the time is right, will you marry me'... Everyone close by started clapping and cheering. It was a magical moment....it took nearly 6 years and several rocky roads travelled but we got there in the end and were married on June 28th this year surrounded by love and laughter with family and friends sharing our day.

Did you do it again Ginny?

Reading everyone's stories about proposals is heart warming. It's lovely to hear all the different ways couples decide to get engaged. For us, it was a quiet moment at home, and it's still a cherished memory. Whatever the story, it's special to those involved.

My first husband(had two lol), bestie of my brother, used to come and pick.me up.from work in one of his old bangers. This one was a vauxhall viva that he painted in red. Lol.. I was 22, he was waiting outside and had a surprise this time. I got in the car, he gave me a hug, then passed a small box to.me. it was a hamster. I had recently lost bilbo, and he bought me another one. And while I was coping over my new Siberian hamster, he asked to marry me. What could I say! We got wed 1979, had three lovely kids. Proud of them all to this day, but unfortunately our.marriage only .lasted ten years. We separated a week before my middle son's 6th birthday.
He moved out into our so called friends flat on the same block. Where my.kids.could see him.go in and out every day. It was heartbreaking. My youngest son never got over the abandonment, he was two at the time. We divorced in 1990.
A few years ago, he reached out on FB to say hi and wanted to build.some.bridges.with my kids. They said eff off. I relayed the message and blocked him lol

We met when I was 16, he was 18. Dated for 4 years. We went out for a meal with my parents which he paid for. They both thanked him and said they had had a lovely time. He replied “ then we will do it again when Ginny and I get engaged”.
I was flabbergasted but perfectly happy to do so. Engaged 2 months later, married 1 year after that. We will have our golden wedding anniversary next year.

Yes! On a glacier during a tour, and he presented me with a small Swarovski glass slipper/shoe instead of an engagement ring. I've got small feet so his proposal was along the lines of Cinderella! It was the thought that counted, not the ring. The glass slipper is on display to this day.

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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I'm sorry.

We got marrieid in the late 1960s. No question of asking my father for consent. As far as we were concerned it was a private matter between us and we were both well over 21.

Not that there was any problem, my parents really liked my DH even if, like me, he constantly puzzled them with his decisions and choices.

'I'd like you to be the mother of my children.' I assumed he meant legitimate children. So I was and I am, though they have children and grandchildren. He, however, is long gone (still alive, or so I am told!).

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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I am so sorry. Please stay strong 💐

MorbihanPrincess

Went for a climb, he turned out to have planned the whole thing and went down on one knee with the ring at the summit. Mind you - the mountain in question was Kilimanjaro.
He said if we could climb that together, we could do anything.
25 years later, he's right about that.

Wow! What a story this is, and a memory you will never forget. It would be interesting to see how many of us can beat that for a proposal. Not many, I wouldn’t think!
Where did you get married? At the top of Everest??

I do but he does not.
After a nice meal we were walking to the bus, and he did the full down on one knee in the street.

I don't remember the proposal, but do remember having to pay £35 towards the ring! I had worked with him a couple of years earlier when he was engaged to someone else. He left to work elsewhere and hence I didn't know the girl had jilted him almost at the altar, till another bloke I worked with asked me to go to a folk club with him. I was known to be a bit of a folk singer at the time. DH-to-be was also there which was a surprise, and even more of a surprise when the bloke who'd asked me out suddenly said he had to go, and left us together!

As it happened, I had been dating another bloke a few months earlier who had gone off to climb in the Dolomites for six months and I was minding his banjo. He turned up unannounced on my doorstep after 3 months saying he missed me so much that he had cut his trip short to come back. I had no idea he felt like that, but told him I was dating someone else. I never saw him again, but abt 30 years later he popped on a social media site and I contacted him just to say "Hi". He told me he had no idea who I was!!!

DH and I have been married 53 years next month. Sadly the last 20 years haven't been happy for me and now he is disabled, partly due to his own laziness and I spend most of my time looking after him as well as coping with a 5-bedroomed house and garden both of which are in a pretty awful state (due again to his laziness and ongoing lack of interest). I always felt that he didn't do his fair share in the marriage but imagined it would improve after we retired 15 years ago - but he retired mentally and physically to do nothing much at all - and now can't.

Went for a climb, he turned out to have planned the whole thing and went down on one knee with the ring at the summit. Mind you - the mountain in question was Kilimanjaro.
He said if we could climb that together, we could do anything.
25 years later, he's right about that.

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.

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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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.