"But now suddenly, it's like I had to have flowers for my relationship to work

It's is SO hard to live up to
> other's expectations of
> what your relationship should be like. Most of the
> time, I don't even try."
- BFF M.L

This whole 'postponing the wedding' issue has made every relative I know turn into some sort of Dr. Phil,
I have been on the receiving end of kakoose (crap?) comments like:
"Maybe he changed his mind and he is lying to you."
"Maybe you both were not meant to be together. Everything is negative - religion, culture, and now this - it's more trouble than its worth"
"Don't you think this is the time to change your mind?"
yada yada yada

which made me think of younger me who worked in other place, where older 'n' uglier (yes uglier - because that's who I am this week - utterly malicious) colleague was always getting flowers, after which she would turn to me and say:
"Don't worry. I am sure Boy will send you some too."
WTH?
Of course I was thinking that.
But geez really, don't presume to assume that what is on my face is actually what is in my brain, and even if it (brain on face thing) is true, try and be polite and ignore it and talk about it behind my back and not to my face.
Because when acquaintances ask you direct questions like, "oh why doesn't the boy send you flowers? or why do you think the boy is not interested in getting married this year?"
there's nothing really you can say to that.
I mean you don't want to lay out your bloody dramatic life to an acquaintance, now?
[Blogging about it - so v.different.]

The whole her calling out my inner feelings got me affronted and I immediately speed dialed boy to tell him to send me flowers.

Boy: WHAT?
Me: (whispering, hunched over cubicle): SEND-me-some-flowers.
Boy: Why?
Me: because, I'll explain later. Send them in a week or so.
Boy: Good-bye. I'll talk to you later.

discussions later and the boy still wouldn't send me flowers.
And doubts arose in mind that maybe he really didn't love me that much anymore.
I mean, after all older'n'uglier colleague's boy send her flowers all-the-time.
If he loved me, he would, right? right?

Boy: You know that the flowers are more for your colleagues than for you, right?
Me: So?
Boy: I don't think I need to do the whole 'show-off' love.
Me: Heck yeah you do.

So months pass and no flowers and older'n'uglier colleague keeps grinning everytime she gets flowers and once she even put some of her flowers in a vase and brought it over for my cubicle.
(wench please! - that's like in school, when there's that one annoying vapid person that you loathe who comes over to invite you to a party because 'you look so lonely', and you look at her and can't decide if you want to be polite back or just say - are you kidding me??? I would rather sit at home and watch TV coverage of Annual Whistling Competition than be with your boring, vapid ass)
Anyhoo,
Then comes my birthday and after much harassing, boy does good.
60 Roses.
Huge bouquet.
Big sensation in old office.

And older'n'uglier colleague was there in hand to see visible proof of boy's love and commitment.
And she turned to me and said:
"60 flowers? Who does that? Do you think he's cheating on you?"
WTH??
Are random acquaintances for whom I reveal see-i-told-you-we-are-soooo-a-committed-couple never satisfied?
A fiesty rip-of of colleague later,
I told the boy, and he laughed
"Well, that's what you get when you need flowers to show-off love."
Sigh.

Lesson learnt: people on the outside are always going to have silly comments on the inner side of boy and I, no matter how many flowers there are.