My ex proposed to me the night before his parents forced him into rehab. I was 18, he was 20. I said yes because he had spent the last two years convincing me no one else would ever love me. Turns out he only proposed so the facility would have to let us see each other. Not because he would miss me terribly or anything, he wanted me to bring him drugs and cigarettes. Best part of the story, I was wearing the ring one day and my sister saw it and said, “oh my god! I’ve been looking everywhere for that! Where’d you find it?” He had stolen the ring out of her bathroom.