I See Colours When I Hear Your Voice.

Sapphire because it’s the September birthstone and we were both September babies, and because our anniversary is in September.

I’m still not over the fact that she said yes. I’m so outrageously lucky.

Also probably too old for tumblr since I’m gushing about my engagement.

Um, so Holly freaking Bourne congratulated us on our engagement.

and for the most part I’m happier than I could ever believe is possible. She’s a wonderful human being, and her agreeing to hang around with me for the rest of my life is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

But I’m also so incredibly angry.

My girlfriend’s mum was the kind of jet setting bohemian youth you imagine all those ‘not like other girls’ in bad YA fiction becoming in their late teens. She seems very irritated that B is not that kind of person. I think she’s latched onto me as a convenient excuse for this, as more than once she’s commented about how our relationship is so ‘middle aged’, completely ignoring the fact that her daughter was born just as middle aged as I was.

When B got off the phone with her mum, sharing the good news (because no, I didn’t ask her parents first, the idea of asking her parents if I’m allowed to ask B to exercise her own free will is ridiculous), B was in tears. Her mum’s first words when she was told weren’t, ‘Congratulations’ or anything like that. They were ‘So what does that mean?’.

Yes, my fiancée (fucking hell. How lucky am I!!!!) is a sensitive woman, she feels the things people say to her, and her mum knows this.

That’s bad enough.

But when we shared the news on Facebook, after the mother had had some time to digest it, she commented with (paraphrasing here as going to find the actual thing will just make me even more irate):

It was a surprise to me (with a couple of stupid emojis),

get your running shoes Sam (because she just loves a good joke at my expense, which usually I’m chill with, because that’s just who she is, but not here and not now, given the way she’s acted)

you both look so happy. (Because we’d posted a photo)

I count two lines of passive aggressive snark, to one line of niceness. And even in that she couldn’t find it in herself to say ‘congratulations.’

I don’t know if I’m overreacting here, but I’m so intensely angry at her over this. I’m having to vent here because usually I’d vent at B, but B is swallowing this with far more grace than me, and I will not try and get her angry at her own mother.

But Jesus it’s taking a lot of my already shaky self control not to message the mother about this, just to let her know I’m not tying her daughter to a stake in the ground and prematurely aging her to stop her going out clubbing and travelling the world.

In other, less political news, five days ago B and I had our two year anniversary. 

Guys, she makes me so ridiculously happy, and we’re so sickeningly in love. I am so incredibly lucky that she picked me. I have the kind of relationship I thought I’d only ever have in day dreams, and I’m sharing my life with the kind of woman I wouldn’t even have had the gall to pair myself up with in said day dreams.  She’s kind, caring, funny, intelligent, supportive, and absurdly beautiful. Can’t cook though. It’s okay, I can.