My Twin Flame Romance — Part Nine
Shoulda put a ring on it
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If you haven’t read Part One, I suggest you do that now. There’s some important disclaimers in there I just don’t feel like repeating — so check it out and come back here when you’re done. Kthx.
*** This story involves underage drinking and other things that happened, but probably shouldn’t have. It’s not an endorsement of those activities.
Around the hiking adventure, probably a week or two later, Erik’s mom made an unfortunate passing comment that Erik absentmindedly passed on to me.
It was silly. Forgettable. Innocuous.
I know this, because Erik has no memory of it. And yet, I remember it better than what I ate for dinner last week.
Mind you, it’s not a vibrant memory; many of the details are fuzzy, lost to time. But I remember it was a Wednesday, and that we had just picked him up from the bus stop.
Things between us were stable. There was a normal tension of our relationship reaching the next phase a month or two prior; the rose-colored glasses wore off around the three month mark. We were firmly in the stage of learning to properly communicate, cooperate, and compromise.
You might know it as the phase where “shit gets real” in more ways than one.
Then, He Said It.
“My mom told me there’s apparently a ring waiting for me in a lockbox whenever I’m ready to propose to someone. I thought that was interesting, didn’t know that.”
See? So innocuous. Harmless, right? Innocent.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but that was the moment it all went downhill. My body tingled, but I brushed it off.
I was horny, and we only had a few hours. 🤷♀️
When I look back, it’s so clear that moment had struck deep into the core of my commitment issues. Since Rod had proposed twice, and had been so possessive, so certain that I was his, the idea of engagement and marriage had become horrific to me.
It was happening again. And I was too young. Still way too young.
