Good morning, Turd Herd. 🥲 Long post, ignore if it's takin' up space, haha.
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First off, thank you for saying nice things about my obnoxiously loud sequins and glitter fashions last night, I got REAL SELF-CONSCIOUS like 2 minutes after I posted them lmao. To answer mental curiosities and possibly disgust, haha, I LOVE sparkly things. I like to have like one really wacky or colorful or textured garment to wear with pretty average clothing so it's like...balanced? Our Alice does not seem keen on a single statement piece. More power to her, except for the fact that when she acts like a dick she is giving me full reign to slam her about it.
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Anyway, I was making coffee an hour ago and I thought about IG's extremely uncomfortable marriage proposal story that we've all talked about in here and it made me sad. Sometimes when I think about things that are meaningful enough to return to my head later on, I analyze some finer details and just kind of flesh out why they make me feel the way I do.
On that talk show, he tried to make a joke out of AE drunkenly losing her damn mind on him in the hotel after she thought he was attempting to make her drink the ice in her glass, and he (wholeheartedly laughingly, mind you) said that he was following her from room to room begging for forgiveness: "Baby angel, baby angel, please...!" And he was smiling throughout that whole awkward story but it made me really unhappy.
Like, pause for a sec: could you imagine the stress of:
1. Flying a ring out of the country in preparation for an engagement that you possibly might not have been ready to make;
2. Watching your drunk lady swish her glass of margarita and ice cubes (containing the ring) over a balcony;
3. Watching her mood gradually plummet because you're supposedly not acting lively enough for her taste/the festivities;
4. Having to chase her around a hotel room for the smallest "infraction," pleading with her not to sleep on the sofa, pleading with her to come spend time with you, pleading with her to not be angry and even dishing out a pet name to try and calm her down, all while piss-drunk and probably blaming yourself for maybe not having executed your plan well enough, and so feeling bad about that;
5. And ALL of that on top of the stress of knowing that this shit she was stirring over
literally nothing could have cost you her hand in marriage, God forbid she woke up the next morning and you proposed properly but she wound up blaming you for ruining the night and called everything off.
Like imagine that. And he laughed this off? I really wonder how much Ioan suppresses. How much emotion and pain he's swallowed again and again when he had every right to spit it out at her, and I hope his therapist is treating him like a golden child.
People have said that Alice's reaction that night should have been a glaring red flag, and my contribution is that it absolutely was...just not to him.
The people we make homes out of are hardly the very things we'd expect to catch fire, if that makes any sense at all. It's so easy to forego your mental indicators of trouble ahead when you're steeped in 7 years of romance with an animated, dynamic woman who has proven to not be so comforting, sure...and maybe she gets snappy, sure...and maybe she likes to hold the reins in the relationship, sure...but due to your personal upbringing and life experiences at that point in your life you might not have developed the logical equipment to discern when you're being manipulated or overpowered.
I don't mean to speak for all of us but I wouldn't be surprised if a good handful of this fam wished we could have knocked on his hotel door in the midst of that "romantic" nightmare of an evening and just been like, "Her outburst better keep you far from that alter, mate, it's not worth it."