On New Year’s Day, just past the stroke of midnight, my then-boyfriend, Pat, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, using the ring we had picked out together at a trendy consignment shop. I said “yes,” and committed my life to him.
As a single woman, I had spent many hours praying for a husband — someone good and kind who shared my faith. And within two months of meeting my fiancé, Pat, I knew that I wanted to spend my life with him.
But as happy as I am — the answer to my prayers has come with a bittersweet tinge. Here are three challenges to my identity that have come with getting engaged…
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