My "current spouse" proposed to me when I was sitting on my bedroom floor one mid-morning changing my "then" infant grandsons poopy diaper. I was up to my elbows in infant feces, and he picked that time to be romantic! I gotta love him! :chuckle
I stopped mid-diaper change, looked deep into my man's black eyes, got right up in his face, and said "Don't you ever mention that 'M' word to me again!" And, he didn't...until two months later when we were driving somewhere with me behind the wheel of the car. As I was driving, he said, "I know you don't want me to mention the 'M' word, but I am going to talk about it anyway. Of course, I quickly pulled off the road into a shopping plaza's parking lot, turned off the car, put my car seat as far back as I could get it, turned towards him and stared deeply into his black eyes...again. Only this time, I said, "Why do you want to get married again? We've both been down that path, so why again?" He said, "Because I love you that is why, and I don't just want you as a girlfriend, but I want you to be my life partner, my wife." I started up the car and drove home without speaking another word to him. He knew not to speak during the silent time, too.
A few days passed, then at dinner one night, he told my three teenaged kids that he had proposed marriage to me -- not once -- but twice -- and I got mad about it both times. Since it was my oldest daughter who introduced him to me in the first place (he was her NCO in the Army at the time), she looked over at me and smiled, then said "Go for it, Mom. "X" is a nice guy!" I said, "If he's so nice, you marry him." They all laughed! :chuckle Then she said, "He's too old!" :chuckle
So, after my man had gone home (we did not live together), my three daughters hounded me about getting married again. They knew I was still hung up on their father, so my oldest child said, "Mom, it's time for you to move on with your life. Dad is not coming back, and even if he wanted you, I wouldn't want you to go back to him after the way he hurt you. "X" is a really decent guy, you both are nurses, you've both been badly wounded in marriages before, and you get along so well. If the marriage works, it works, and if it doesn't - well, at least you moved on from Dad."
Well, two out of three of my kids said, "Go for it, Mom". The middle child was still holding out hope for her daddy and I to get back together, but three years had passed, so I finally moved on. Mind you, I was engaged before my current husband, and broke off that engagement because I got "cold feet". Now, this hubby and I have been married 12 years. We're still BEST friends, he loves me more than life itself (he tells me that EVERY day), and I love him! Even though I prefer a different "TYPE" of man, he turned out to be a pretty terrific kind of guy. The End!