Liz shows up for her city hall nuptials wearing sweats and carrying a Duane Reade bag filled with toilet paper (hey, she needed toilet paper and the Duane Reade was on the way). Experiencing all the other couples enjoying their modest weddings causes Liz to, ironically, lose all sense of reason. Why? Because deep down inside a special part of her wants to be a princess and have a special day. She never thought anyone would want to marry her, so she sublimated this desire and chose to deride weddings as a coping mechanism. I call this the Liz Lemon Effect.
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Jeff asked me to marry him today. I'm wearing a platinum and diamond ring he had specially designed to look like the fake engagement ring he gave me six years ago.
I've been shaking for nearly an hour.
Because I suffer from the Liz Lemon Effect.
I'm 42 years-old. I'm of average build and looks. I bite my nails, come from a wacky family, and work way too hard. There is a tiny and yet enormous part of me who identifies as an unlovable fat girl.
And yet I'm wearing this beautiful ring on my finger. Which proves that someone loves me. And wants to marry me.
Maybe when I stop shaking I'll start crying. And when I stop crying I'll start grinning from ear to ear. And then we'll plan a wedding.
1 comment:
I think I went through this a few months ago, in my own weird way, when I decided to opt out of "wedding #2." You sent such a thoughtful note at the time, and it really made a difference. Thank you for your kindness.
And I can't wait to see the ring. :) If you need any help with wedding ANYTHING, I happen to know someone who knows WAY too much about weddings, and will be a fierce advocate for you in doing it YOUR way, and having fun in the process.
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