I had always been sure I wanted to get married, and the longer I dated Dean, the more sure I was that he was the right one for me. That is ... until I got engaged.
Dean's proposal wasn't a surprise. I was too nosy to not know it was happening, and I enthusiastically said yes the moment he asked. However, once it happened (in a sweet and thoughtful way, I should add), I began to feel these nagging questions eating away at me: Did I really want to be married? Would we be any good at it?
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