In case you weren’t aware, Donnie Wahlberg popped the question just before Easter. And she said yes.
Of course she did. Who wouldn’t?
But a few things with this whole story have me still believing he’s not yet over me.
Like a yellow sapphire.
Really? You don’t give a yellow sapphire to someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. You give her a diamond. Diamonds are forever. Yellow sapphires are for two years..
Seriously. Did you see the rock George Clooney put on his woman’s finger? That’s serious stuff, y’all. But she’s classy. I can tell from the pictures. I didn’t dig into see if she was once a bunny, but I don’t have to. If she were, they would define her as that in every.single.article. just like they do with she who must not be named.
Sidenote: When I say two years, I mean it. When Kenny Chesney married Renee Zellweger, I told my friend, Sondra, “I give it four months.” Four months later, they were the latest residents of Splitsville. It’s a gift, really. I know my men.
And I’m pretty sure he felt pressure.
You’ve been heart broken before. You want that companionship and you wonder when it will come again. So he meets what’s her name while still working on getting over me. (Remember, he sang this to me in DC almost a year ago.)
She kept threatening that she was going to propose to him! (I’m not making this up. It was on the internet, so it’s true.)
She knew he wasn’t over me.
or this picture….
She knew that it would take some time. But Donnie, being the old-fashioned guy he is, not wanting to be proposed to, proposed first.
Truthfully? She probably felt threatened a bit. I would too if I compared myself to me.
And then there was the timing. I’m sure he planned all this during Holy Week (with her prompting of course) since he knew that I would be so busy. He was banking on me being busy enough that I wouldn’t say anything. It’s not that he needs my approval, but he didn’t want to hear my disproval… he knows this isn’t right, and hearing me say something will just eat at him.
So, he was hoping that I wouldn’t see it, wouldn’t notice it, and it would all just be swept up under the rug.
He should know me better than that.
He should’ve known my closest friends were a flutter, texting, tweeting and face booking letting me know what he was up to.
Lastly, when you propose to someone… when you choose to spend the rest of your life with someone… you shout it from the roof tops. You are confident about the choice you’ve made. And you TALK about the love of your life on your various social media outlets.
Donnie is a tweeter. He’s always tweeting.
But, when it came to the engagement, he mentioned he was stopping by the View… because that’s where it went public. He had a simple tweet that said “#HAPPY” and then?
“blown away…” he says followed up by “unreal.”
See? Even he’s shocked that people think this engagement is a good idea.
Let me clear it up for you…
Donnie, I’m not telling you this because I’m jealous or because I want you back. I just want you to be happy. I just want what’s best for you. I don’t think this is the answer. I don’t think SHE is the answer.
I’ll do my best not to say, “I told you so….”
But please reconsider before you go through with this and then she takes you for everything you have.
All my love,