When your girlfriend texts about coffee with her best friend while that same friend stands beside you picking out diamond rings, your world stops. I thought I knew everything about Lily after four years together, but I was wrong.
Lily and I have been together for four years. We’ve been living together for two years, and life has been great with her. Really great. She’s the kind of woman who makes ordinary days feel special just by being there.
Morning coffee tastes better when she’s across from me, reading the news on her phone while her hair’s still messy from sleep.
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I’ve always considered our relationship solid.
We communicate well, support each other through tough times, and laugh a lot. Lily has this dorky sense of humor that catches me off guard. She’ll make random voices when she’s doing chores or create elaborate backstories for people we see at the grocery store.
She goes above and beyond in everything, except one area where we’ve never quite seen eye to eye. And that’s pets.
I’ve always wanted to have a snake as a pet. Don’t ask me why. There’s something fascinating about their quiet presence.
But Lily hates snakes with a passion that borders on phobic.
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“Andrew, I love you, but absolutely not,” she told me early in our relationship. “You can keep any other pet you want. A cat, a dog, or even a hamster. But snakes are completely out of the question. They freak me out.”
I respected that. Relationships are about compromise, right? Besides, she does so much for me in other ways.
She’s the kind of person who’ll wake up early to pack my lunch just because she knows I forget. She remembers my mom’s birthday better than I do. She puts up with my terrible taste in action movies and actually seems to enjoy them.
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That’s why I’d been thinking about proposing for months.
Lily is it for me. She’s my person.
I’d been saving up money and rehearsing a million different ways to ask her, hoping I wouldn’t mess it up when the moment came.
The whole thing made me super nervous.
I even enlisted her best friend Rosie to help pick out the ring.
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Rosie and I aren’t super close. We’re friendly, but we don’t hang out without Lily around. Still, I trust her style, and more importantly, she’s always had Lily’s back. They’ve been friends since college, and Rosie knows Lily better than anyone except maybe me.
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Last Thursday started like any normal day. I texted Lily around noon to let her know I’d be working late and told her to enjoy her day off. Her response came back quickly.
She wrote, “Grabbing coffee with Rosie :)”
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That was the first red flag. Because Rosie was literally right next to me at that exact moment, holding up different diamond settings under the jewelry store’s bright lights.
I stared at my phone, then at Rosie, then back at my phone. The message didn’t make sense. Unless…
I laughed nervously.
“You sure she’s not seeing someone else?” I joked, trying to keep my voice light.
Rosie went completely pale.
“She didn’t tell you?” she asked quietly.
“Tell me what?”
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She shook her head quickly, looking away. “Never mind. It’s not my business.”
I wanted to ask her more, but I was too shocked to even say anything. Why would Lily lie to me? And what was this thing Rosie was talking about?
Red flag number two came a few hours later when I tried calling Lily after Rosie and I finished at the jewelry store. The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail.
The thing is, she always answers my calls, especially when she knows I’m working late. Always. My call going to voicemail was something that had never happened before.
“Hey babe, just checking in,” I said to her voicemail, trying to sound normal. “Hope you and Rosie had fun at coffee. Call me back when you get this.”
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But she didn’t call back. Not for hours.
Red flag number three hit when I finally got home that evening. Lily was already there, sitting on our couch like nothing was wrong. But something was definitely different.
Her hair was slightly damp, like she’d recently showered, and her nails were freshly done. She had this smile on her face that looked kind of strange.
She looked… guilty? No, that wasn’t quite right. She looked nervous.
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“Hey honey,” she said. “How was work? You look tired.”
“It was fine,” I replied, studying her face. “How was coffee with Rosie?”
“Oh, it was great,” she said quickly. “We just talked about girl stuff, you know. Nothing exciting.”
She smiled like nothing was wrong and asked if I wanted Thai food for dinner. But I could see something behind her eyes that I couldn’t comprehend.
I had dinner, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her lie. My mind kept racing, creating scenarios I didn’t want to believe.
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So, I started looking for more signs, paying attention to things I might have missed before.
That night, she took a long phone call in our bedroom. I was watching TV in the living room when I heard her voice through the door. She was speaking in hushed tones, almost whispering. I crept closer to listen.
“Don’t worry,” I heard her say. “He doesn’t know anything yet.”
My heart stopped. She quickly hung up when she heard my footsteps approaching the bedroom.
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“Who was that?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I walked in.
“Oh, just my mom,” she said, not meeting my eyes. “She’s having drama with my aunt again. You know how they are.”
Red flag number four.
Then came the really weird part. The next morning, I was checking our shared credit card statement online like I did every month to make sure everything looked normal.
That’s when I saw the charges that made no sense at all.
PetCo — $57.
A specialty tank supplier I’d never heard of — $123
Heat lamps for reptiles — $48
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I stared at the screen in complete confusion.
Lily didn’t like pets. She especially hated reptiles. She wouldn’t even go to the pet store with me when I wanted to look at fish.
So why was she buying pet supplies? And expensive ones, too.
Red flag number five.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
I lay there next to her, listening to her breathe, wondering who this woman really was. Four years together, and suddenly I felt like I didn’t know her at all.
The doubt was eating me alive.
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The next morning, I woke up with a knot in my stomach.
I couldn’t focus at work. Every email felt pointless, and every meeting dragged on forever. All I could think about was Lily and those mysterious charges and that phone call. I decided I’d confront her after work.
I needed the truth, no matter what it was.
The drive home felt like it took hours. I practiced what I’d say in my head. “Lily, we need to talk. I saw the charges on our card.”
Or maybe, “I know you weren’t with Rosie yesterday.”
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When I got home, she was waiting by the front door. Her hands were shaking slightly, and she kept fidgeting with her hair.
“Andrew,” she said before I could even put my keys down. “I have… something to show you.”
My heart sank. This was it. This was where she’d tell me about whoever she was really seeing. About why she’d been lying and sneaking around.
“Okay,” I said quietly. “Let’s talk.”
She led me through our living room, past the kitchen, toward the spare bedroom we never use. We mostly just store old boxes and holiday decorations in there.
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But as we got closer, I could hear a strange humming sound. Like a motor running.
“Before you say anything,” she said, stopping in front of the closed door, “please remember that I love you. And this was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday next week.”
She looked terrified. More scared than I’d ever seen her, even more than when she had to give that presentation at work last year.
“Lily, what’s going on?” I asked.
She took a deep breath and opened the door.
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And there, sitting on a custom-built table in the corner, was the most beautiful little glass terrarium I’d ever seen. Complete with rocks, plants, hiding spots, and heat lamps.
Inside, coiled peacefully under a warm light, was the most gorgeous Kenyan sand boa I’d ever laid eyes on.
I blinked. Hard. Then blinked again.
Lily looked at me with pure terror in her eyes.
“Surprise?” she said weakly.
I just stood there, completely speechless.
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“Her name is Bowie,” Lily continued nervously. “Well, I named her that, but you can totally change it if you want. The breeder said she’s really gentle and perfect for beginners. Rosie helped me research everything. We’ve been planning this for weeks.”
That’s when it all clicked into place. The sneaking around. The lies. The mysterious phone calls and pet store charges.
Lily wasn’t cheating on me. She was trying to overcome her biggest fear to surprise me with the one thing I’d always wanted but never thought I could have.
She handed me a tiny envelope with a little bow on it.
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Inside it was a note that read, “Happy early birthday. Meet Bowie the Boa. P.S. – Yes, you can name her something cooler if you want.”
All the panic, doubt, and anxiety from the last 48 hours just evaporated right then and there.
And in that moment, with her standing there, beside a literal snake in a tank, I realized something important. This woman had faced her worst fear for me. This is the woman I want beside me forever.
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So, I pulled out the ring box from my jacket pocket. Yep, I still had it from yesterday’s shopping trip.
I dropped to one knee right there in our spare bedroom and said, “If you can love me and my snake, will you marry me?”
She blinked. Then laughed. Then cried.
And then, she said the words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Yes,” she nodded with tears in her eyes. “Of course, yes.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I proposed to the bravest woman I know. The one who faced her greatest fear just to make me happy.
If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
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