Dear Diary is a monthly love letter to the mess and magic of relationships — with others, and with myself. I don’t have answers, just lots of questions, but I believe in connecting through words. That’s why I keep writing.
This Saturday, 10.01 at 15:00, we’ll have our very first workshop of 2026, which will be a creative Tarot & Journaling Workshop!
Grab a warm cup of hot chocolate, and enjoy the three-minute read 🗝
My husband had been in Brazil for two weeks. When he came home, he proposed.
We always liked the idea of getting married again, and since we don’t wear rings, it felt just perfect.
But then, something went wrong.
We signed papers because I needed a visa to stay in Finland; we love each other and want to stay together as long as forever is. Although we had never really cared about wedding stuff, just before the office date, we even booked a professional photoshoot. We find it corny now, but I know we’ll love it in ten years.
It surprised us how much joy we felt saying “Yes, I do” in front of the marriage officer three years ago. It mattered because we meant it. Suddenly, I felt a stronger bond: this dude is here for me, and I’m here for him.
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We were in the kitchen, opening the gifts and food packages from Brazil. Out of nowhere, he said he had something special. I was sure he would give me my favorite popcorn from a small town where I lived when I was a teenager.
But I see the ring.
I am elated. Absolutely surprised.
My mind racing during the slow, cinematic moment when he put the ring on my finger: Am I getting emotional? Am I about to cry? Is this the right finger? Oh God, I didn’t expect this. He really loves me. How lucky I am. The luckiest girl in the world. The best husband I could ever ask for.
Then, I feel something unexpected.
Loose.
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