My boyfriend is farting on the bed behind me. And then, when I comment on how disgusting it is, I'm a meanie. Do we all accept the love we think we deserve? Does the farting actually bother me? Or do I just like to hear the sound of my own voice? If it did bother me, would it be enough to be a deal breaker? Probably not, honestly. I have spent so much time being alone that truthfully, I am enjoying the company. I have to be honest though, there are also times that I am just annoyed with him.
Some people cohabitate naturally. I do not think that I am one of these people. I like my space a lot. I like cuddling and compliments a lot too. How do you juggle being a couple and not lose yourself? I think some people probably never really even figure that out. They spend their entire lives taking care of the other person. One of the two not truly being happy. Or do their goals change? Does their new meaning of life become making their partner happy?
That does make sense. Think about all the girls in their twenties who get their degrees in what the fuck ever. Like it even matters, because they are engaged the instant they leave school and pregnant within the year.
BOOM priorities change. All of a sudden it's mommy yoga, and mommy teas with friends, and decorating and preschool, and homemade baby food recipes. Priorities change. And Mommy's new priority is keeping her sexy husband martially satisfied and loving on her little one. She is of course pregnant again within two years.
It's always sunny in Thousand Oaks. I get annoyed when I hear this mommy chit chat and I see the prenatal glow on a soon to be's skin. Reality? i'm jealous.
Some people cohabitate naturally. I do not think that I am one of these people. I like my space a lot. I like cuddling and compliments a lot too. How do you juggle being a couple and not lose yourself? I think some people probably never really even figure that out. They spend their entire lives taking care of the other person. One of the two not truly being happy. Or do their goals change? Does their new meaning of life become making their partner happy?
That does make sense. Think about all the girls in their twenties who get their degrees in what the fuck ever. Like it even matters, because they are engaged the instant they leave school and pregnant within the year.
BOOM priorities change. All of a sudden it's mommy yoga, and mommy teas with friends, and decorating and preschool, and homemade baby food recipes. Priorities change. And Mommy's new priority is keeping her sexy husband martially satisfied and loving on her little one. She is of course pregnant again within two years.
It's always sunny in Thousand Oaks. I get annoyed when I hear this mommy chit chat and I see the prenatal glow on a soon to be's skin. Reality? i'm jealous.