Hey there! Welcome to my blog!
My story is an interesting one that has made its way around the world (which is still very surreal to me). Many people have written about it, but I wanted to start this blog to tell the story in my own words. And for those interested, I’ll update you on my life after trashing the dress and share other inspiring stories!
Alright, alright.. down to the nitty gritty.
Back story: In 2011, I was attending Union University (a small baptist school in Jackson, TN) under a volleyball scholarship. Through some mutual friends I met Bocephus (name change of course- Hank Williams Jr. anyone?), a hunky baseball player from Florida. We eventually started hanging out/dating and really hit it off.
Fast forward 3 years through our many ups and downs, year of long distance and moving in together to March 2014. I don’t really think of myself as a romantic, so I never really wanted a big elaborate proposal. I knew that the proposal was coming though- we had talked about it, and I had even picked out one of my ma’s rings for an engagement ring. We were just sitting on the couch watching TV one night and I saw the box in his pocket.. I asked him to take it out. (And here comes my weird sense of humor) I started yelling “WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!” (a quote from dear old Brad Pitt in the movie “Seven”). After I stopped laughing at my own hilariousness, he pulled the ring out and asked me to marry him. I (of course) said yes.
Fast forward again through even more ups and downs, all the wedding planning and DIY projects to October 2014, a week from my November 1st wedding date. Bocephus and I started talking about different things we wanted in life, and for the first time in 3+ years, our visions for the future weren’t matching up. (Now I’m sure you’re thinking “Um excuse me Shelby, but shouldn’t y’all have talked about all that stuff before getting engaged?” And to answer your question- we did talk about it before, numerous times. But for whatever reason, Bocephus had changed his mind about a few things and it was just now coming to light.) This was a huge concern for both of us, so we took the next couple days to think things over.
5 days before the wedding, I sat my fiance down and basically said “Look, I love you and know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s probably going to be hard as hell, but you’re the one I want to go through the struggles with. You know how I feel, so now I need you to get your poop in a group and make a decision..
A.) You feel the same way and want to go through with this marriage and spend the rest of your life with me.
B.) You love me and want to be with me, but you aren’t really ready for marriage just yet.
C.) You don’t feel the same way and don’t want to marry me/spend the rest of your life with me.”
Bocephus chose answer C.
Stay tuned for Part Two!