Can Tab Proposal? I'm Out
On our fifth anniversary, Henry Judd—the guy who once swore he'd propose—rented out an entire mall for Cecilia Cheape's birthday.
A diamond the size of a pigeon's egg sparkled on her finger. I'd been dumb enough to think it was meant for me.
"Cece, I'm gonna give you a birthday you'll never forget," he announced, loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then he yanked the tab off a soda can and handed it to me.
"Lulu, those gaudy things don't suit you. You deserve something unique."
He slid the can tab onto my finger—his version of a proposal.
Cecilia got the dream birthday. I got a piece of trash and a slap of reality.
Later, when he found out I was marrying someone else, he got down on one knee with that same ring and begged me to say yes.