Middle-class person rant: I am making more money than I ever have in my life. So is my husband. We live in a small house with a very modest mortgage, we both drive used cars (one paid off). My college loans are paid off, and our kid is too young to drive, etc.
AHnd loved your beauty withYow many loved your moments of glad grace,
Aour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Wnd nodding by the fire, take down this book,
Bhen you are old and grey and full of sleep,
y William Butler Yeats
one another, mentioned of such, nor even talking about our bathroom needs in general, I guess it just never really came up back in January she found out she was pregnant, it was completely unexpected and a shock, she cried for a long time, and took her awhile to embrace it, but
Sua is trembling fingers bitten with anxiety and an unrestrained sigh, as nausea rises in the throat, a loathsome feeling, because it becomes clear — the once beloved color is corroding, eaten away by rust.
I’m really really glad I don’t have to watch him and disrupt every routine I have + clean up accidents multiple times a day. I also feel guilty as hell and like I should’ve handled the whole situation better.