Fast forward 10 months later, it comes up in conversation that the date is actually May 23rd. I scroll through texts and nothing mentions a date change, only May 30th. May 23rd is the day I get back from the cruise. I would miss rehearsal dinner and more than likely the wedding.
Growing up, my mom used to put roasted Brussels sprouts and dark chocolate on the counter, and I honestly thought it was a form of punishment. I couldn't stand bitter or earthy flavors at all.
A person that knows me will not say I know you, it is another words that will come out. The one who does not know me will come out with knowing me.
I just need to trust myself enough 'c