It seems fitting the story of our engagement would be the 1st the 2nd post in this series…but for some reason it overwhelms me. I find it daunting recalling those thoughts and emotions, afraid I won’t do the story justice. When I am writing about something highly emotional, and then re-read what I have written, the words usually do not carry the weight I expected. SO! I will write about something a little lighter: the word “fiancé.” AKA my relationship status.
I feel like an idiot saying it.
I much prefer saying “boyfriend,” or “husband,” or “the guy who got me this diamond ring.” And I have had to use the word quite a bit recently because I have started a new job…which means no one knows who the hell CMO is…which means I have to refer to him at some point as my fiancé.
Do I hate it because fiancé.com is a Russian bride warehouse?
Probably has something to do with thinking it says finance at first glance.
Melissa Joan Hart isn’t helping, that’s for sure.
Urban Dictionary defines fiancée (ME) as: “Long-term girlfriend. In White Trash culture, fiancée no longer means “the woman I will marry on a specific date” but instead is simply a level of relationship status above that of “girlfriend.” ALSO, “Undesirable low-class female. Usually profane and/or heavily drunk in a social situation.”
How does CMO feel about referring to me his fiancée to strangers and friends…? Loves it.