I feel terrible. It was my thirtieth birthday last weekend and my boyfriend, who I've been with for four and a half years, took me to a beautiful bed and breakfast in Vermont. The foliage was amazing, the Inn was adorable and everything was perfect. I was so sure that we'd be getting engaged this weekend, but I didn't get my hopes up until he gave me my present. It was a tiny box wrapped in paper that had the name of a popular jewelry store near us. I was so excited as I opened the box, he was even videotaping me so I was sure that we were about to have the most memorable experience of our lives.
When I opened the tiny velvet box, my heart sank. No ring. Just diamond stud earrings. I started to cry. I couldn't help it. Don't get me wrong; the earrings were beautiful, and it was a very sweet thought, but it wasn't an engagement ring that I had expected and desperately wanted. Why did he spend so much money on these when he could have put the money towards a ring? Then I thought that maybe he wasn't sure if he wanted to marry me, and I started bawling even more.
My poor boyfriend was shocked and didn't understand why I was crying. "I wanted to do something special for your thirtieth birthday," he said. I handed the box to him and said, "How could you do this? I thought this was a diamond ring. I thought we were getting engaged."
We didn't talk for the rest of the night, we woke up in the morning and drove home in utter silence. He's upset that I didn't appreciate his gift and I'm upset that he didn't propose, and now I don't know what's going on between us. Was I right to get upset? Should I be forgiven for my outburst or was I acting like an ungrateful bitch?