One day, if not today, someone will see your perfections, and maybe they’ll see your “imperfections,” but I swear, they’ll love all of it the same.
In 12 years, my wife and I have covered a lot of ground. We were married before I graduated college. Pregnant with our first child shortly after. I finished college. New baby. Two miscarriages. Four more children.
There’s seven billion people on this planet and the only way I hurt them is to impose my own choices on them. The only way I hurt ME is to impose my choices on others.
It is time, ladies, to stop apologizing for who we are and what we love. It is time to be real. The time for setting aside socially acceptable expectations is now. The time to stop saying “I’m sorry” is now.
What am I saying here? If you want a ride or die, you’re going to have to be a ride or die.
Everyone’s an adult! Well, not really…
I will never be someone’s friend with benefits. Take me or leave me, but don’t expect me to be here ready and waiting for you when you get home.
Not all guys want to just get in your pants after the first date — though there is probably a large handful that do. Most of them are really just looking for that same connection us girls are looking for.
As impossible as it seems, and as many real world consequences as there are we need to let go of the concept that people will judge us based on our good intentions and not by how our actions measure up against their expectations (which have nothing to do with you).
A gift with an expectation is a muddied one-way transaction.