See. No. We can’t be cool if your behavior consistently causes me to feel/think/say things that don’t align with the person I’ve chosen to be. Like if the options are upholding my boundaries at the detriment of my character or not knowing you, I will always choose the latter.
Where people see our fun and our chaos, I see our resilience. If you guys really knew the year we’ve had 😭
I owe this year to you: I wouldn’t have survived it otherwise.
Men are so weird.
We have sheets and a comforter on the bed… we do. They’re perfectly fine.
I have no clue why, this week, he insists on sleeping in a sleeping bag… on top of the comforter. 🙃
I used to be the person who would fight so hard to be seen/heard/understood. Like I would perseverate on principles and getting the last word in.
I’m tired y’all.
I will just walk away mid conversation…
You get me or you don’t. 🤷🏽♀️
Being life partners actually just means that one of you is constantly asking “have you seen my _____” and the other one is constantly exasperated by it. Every day. Until you die. 🙃
You’re invited to guess the role I play here.