If she don’t want a wrap-around porch out in the country on some land, sippin’ sweet tea in rocking chairs, holding hands and watchin’ the sun go down while listenin’ to country music...
I don’t want it.
People look so different once you don’t care about them anymore. You begin to notice how ordinary they are, how it was your love that made them unique: That placed them in some sort of pedestal.
“daddy’s money” has never bothered me. my parents literally worked their asses off to make sure I would never struggle & I can’t wait to do the same for them.