We've been together 7 fucking years.

We've been through everything, three miscarriages, crazy exs, thoughts that the other is cheating, whatever.

So now I'm pissed.

Like pissed.

I have anxiety. We've been together for so long and had the mutual understanding that I would like to be married, but he has issues due to an ex, and his parents.

No big deal to me. I suggest counciling to help him cope and handle his feelings appropriately. We are ttc because I know I am ready and I want a kid. He is ready as well if he would stop playing fucking mind games on me we'd be peachy.

I'm pissed.

So whenever we fight I give him the option of breaking up because his ex wouldn't allow it and I don't want him to feel trapped. Mind you, these aren't fights about who has to drive home, these are huge fights like bringing another couple into bed with us. (Another story for another time, but we worked it out.) He's more promiscuous so I don't want to hold him back from having sex with those he wants to, so I offer to let him go so he can fuck to his hearts content.

So tonight he says, I would propose to you if you didn't ask me if i want to break up with you every six months, (it's about 1 time ever 8 months but who's counting?).