PART II
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I guess he is pissed that I didn´t answer this text message. Maybe I’ll answer it later. If I feel like it…
Where did we leave off?
Oh, of course telling his parents…
PART II
Continue from Diary Entry #5
Gerard arrived at half past two at my doorstep. (Once Again without any flowers. I guess I should not expect that from him; he has never got me flowers. The fantasy of him getting flowers has always been in my head… bummer…)
I jumped in the car telling him that my mom wasn’t in a good mood and that it would be best to say hello to her after we got back. I guess he realized that I was on the verge of tears, because he didn’t argue with me.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“I had an argument with my mom. It is nothing new and nothing you should worry about. “
“I don’t believe that you’re fine. But I know what will cheer you up.”
He turned on his I-pod and connected it to the stereo in his car and we listened to the hit songs for a couple minutes. He started singing some of the lyrics while I just bobbed my head back and forth. I’ve never been a good singer, so I don’t sing in public. I once sang at a party and Gerard said that his ears were ringing for two days. (he always knows just the right thing to say to brighten my day… lol).
“Sing, Rae” he told me. “It helps liberate your spirit.”
“That is the biggest lie I’ve ever heard!” I laughed at his idea. I held up an invisible microphone and lip-sang with him while he drove. It took my mind off my mind and within another couple minutes we were talking about something else. I asked him if he had told his mom why we were going over to visit. He said that he just told her that we were going to go out to have coffee.
“My dad will catch up with us later.” He told me as we pulled into his mother’s drive-way. “He has a couple rounds he has to do at the hospital this afternoon. But he’ll meet us at the restaurant; I told him it was important.”
He turned off the engine in the car and just sat there.
“Are you ok?” I asked. “Are you nervous?”
He looked at me and smiled. “I just never thought something like this would ever happen. I never thought I would be coming home with a girl to tell my mom that I was getting married.”
I laughed and unbuckled my seatbelt. “Don’t worry, love. I’m sure she never expected this day to come either… You do have 911 on speed-dial, right?”
Our conversation was interrupted when we heard his mother’s voice coming from the front door. “Honey, is that you? I just came back from the grocery store. Could you help me unload the stuff? I’ll be in the kitchen. Don’t carry too many bags at a time and drop things. I spend too much time at the store trying to buy the best fruit, only to come home and have you drop the bag.”
Sensing that it wasn’t an option to help or not help, Gerard and I each grabbed a couple bags and walked inside. I have only been to his house a handful of times, and each time I go I fall in love with his house. His mother has the best eye for decorating. Every detail in the house, from the carpeting to the ceramic figurines is in a room for a specific reason. Everything in the rooms is color coordinated and welcoming. I’ve often told Gerard that if his mother hadn’t become a lawyer, she would have been an excellent interior designer.
“You have a beautiful home Mrs. Valdespino.”
“Oh thank you Desiree. It is always a pleasure to have you come over. You make my day with your polite comments.” She quickly kissed me on the cheek and continued about unpacking the groceries from the bags. “Keeping this house tidy is a challenge seeing that the boys don’t ever help around the house. They leave the women to do all that work.”
“I’ll make sure that if I have boys to teach them how to keep a house tidy.” I replied.
“Well, not if I can help me.” Gerard said, closing the front door and carrying in the last bag. “Boys should be allowed to come and go as they please. The duty of the house is either done by women or hired help.”
Mrs. Valdespino laughed. (She has the nicest laugh, I wonder if she knows that. I hardly ever hear her laugh. She is always so serious and I guess her profession asks her to be serious.) “Honey, how is it your business what your friend decides to do with her children. You keep your nose out of it.” She waved a carrot at him.
“Well, you just never know mother.” He said, pulling my up my left hand to show her the ring. “I hope to have at least half a say in the raising of the kids.”
His mother looked at me and then at the ring. She congratulated me and complimented the ring. “How lovely! Who is the lucky fellow?”
“Your son.” I said. “He proposed last night.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at Gerard and me. I could tell that it seemed like she was waiting to a punch line or for us to burst out laughing and say it was a joke. But when she saw that neither one of us was laughing she took my hand in hers again and said: “You’re shi**ing me right?”
I don’t know if I laughed because I thought it was funny or because I was nervous as hell. We assured her that it wasn’t a joke. I could tell she was still in shock, so we went into the details of how he proposed. Soon she was in tears and hugging me. It was then that I realized that she did in fact have suspicions about Gerard and his preference, but by getting engaged her suspicions vanished. She kept congratulating us over and over. Then, as if a crazy idea came across her mind, she stopped. She looked at me and then at Gerry.
“Wait, when are you planning on getting married? You’re not pregnant are you?” she put her hand in front of my stomach. (DIET SOON!!!!)
Luckily Gerard took over and told her that the wedding would take place in a year from now. I’m excited now that she knows. She seems thrilled with the idea of having me as a future-daughter-in-law and I am thrilled with the idea of being in her family. She is a very nice lady and I’m excited of having her as a mother-in-law.
Gerard told his mom that we were going to go out to coffee to meet his father and tell him the good news.
“Before we leave, I want a picture of this moment. I want a picture of the very moment you guys came over to tell me you’re getting married. The glow you both have right now won’t last until the wedding. Let me get the camera.” She ran into the other room and ran back out. “Say ‘cheese!’ “ ] PAUSE FROM DIARY ENTRY #5
She was right. That picture is one of my most favorite pictures because we do look happy and “glowy” together. In the picture I am sitting at the kitchen table and Gerry is leaning over with his head against mine. We are both smiling into the camera…
[ CONTINUE…
Skipping to the restaurant…
Men are so much simpler when it comes to expressing excitement. Gerard’s father gave him a big back-breaking pat on the back and hugged me. He smiled with such pride that it stung in my heart. I wonder if it bothered Gerard. I wonder how they would react if they knew the truth. Would they be this excited if Gerry married his true love Bryce? I could bet my life that this scenario would probably play out differently.
“I’m proud of you son.” His father said. “It seems like you’ve got a very nice woman here. A true keeper.”
“We were afraid that you would never get married…” his mother began.
“Why was that?” I asked.
“Well, because…we went through a terrible time when we were getting divorced. I guess I was afraid that he would be hesitant to every get married.” His father answered.
His parents asked me a little more about myself and asked when I graduate. Gerry and I have not discussed the wedding date yet, because up until now, we’ve only talked about being engaged until he gets his promotion. It is kind of sad that we are going through all this farce to pretend to be engaged only to make sure his job is safe…
If I could, I would love to get married on December 15th and if my calculations are correct, I could be graduating college two weeks before getting married…
Do I really know what I’ve gotten myself into? ] END OF DIARY ENTRY #5
No, I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into… but I don’t regret how far we’ve come.
Bryce is coming to pick me up later to help me find a wedding dress. No one can believe that with only 72 days away from the wedding I’m still looking for a dress… I’m just looking for the perfect dress. Maybe I should design it…
XOXO
Desirae
Some diary entry parts have been edited, removed or slightly changed so that I may keep some privacy. Nevertheless don’t doubt that much of what is written here is 95% in it’s original form.
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