Several months ago, DF came home and started filling me in on the details of his all-hands meeting at work that afternoon. Bad economy. Slower growth. Blah blah blah. And we're going to Costa Rica.
His company is taking all of the employees on a free vacation. Again. Employees are allowed to bring guests but they have to be spouses. The trip is this weekend. And since DF and I are not married yet, I'll be staying home while he frolics in the jungles of Costa Rica.
Ok frolics is probably not how he'd describe it.
I know what you're going to say. If I really wanted to go, why didn't we just elope? Well, for several reasons. But mostly because I didn't want to. And also because I wasn't ready.
Yes, when we got engaged, I knew that at the end of it we would be married. I was ready for that. For the 9 months of engagement and planning. Not to run down to a JP for a quickie wedding for a vacation six months premature.
Even though I'm confident and comfortable with this decision, I'll be home and having spa days and bridal showers (which on a side note, YAY! I'm looking forward to it.), while DF goes to Costa Rica. Without me. Bastard.