From the minute we got engaged, I started worrying about things I really didn't need to worry about, much to the detriment of my poor fiancé. Some things were vaguely relevant, others completely ridiculous really.
For instance, I spent the first few post-engagement hours worrying that my best friend would be upset – she was away on a romantic holiday, and I was sure she would be getting engaged too.
All I could think about was that she'd be disappointed that I'd stolen her thunder. Of course I was completely wrong to worry, as I so often am. She was thrilled for me (she's a lovely human), and in fact got engaged the following week, and I was equally thrilled. Looking back, I can't believe that was what consumed my mind on one of the most memorable days of my life. But unfortunately I find it hard to think reasonably at the best of times.
Luckily (or I suppose obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be marrying him), my partner is more than used to my worrying. He often says he can see the cogs turning in my mind. But he understands.
It must be difficult when you've just popped the question and all your new fiancé can think about is friendship woes that don't even exist. I suppose deep down, although happy and loved, I felt really overwhelmed.