I want to get married. Up until 18 hours ago, I believed that my bastard of a boyfriend was planning to propose. It all started about a month ago when he asked me what apparently actually were a series of random questions about marriage and engagements. Then he suggested we go to Paris for the long weekend. Not incredibly sigificant in and of itself, but the wedding we were at this weekend began with a proposal in Paris.

Now everything is off. Paris is a no-go. Instead we're going to be spending the weekend with his sister and her family.

I am so mad I could cry.