Is this messed up or not?
When I got married, I promised to love my husband for forever and he promised the same. Nothing was supposed to change.
I wonder if I’ll fall in love with anyone else before you, but I’m secretly hoping you’ll be the next and last one for me.
If you’re rude to your mother? BYE. If you don’t have any sort of relationship with your family (immediate, extended, whoever) that’s a huge red flag.
Less than one month after my husband and I got married—before I even mailed thank you notes for our wedding gifts—I found myself holding a positive pregnancy test.
Before getting your moral molars all impacted, let me make clear that I’m NOT endorsing having an affair or ruining a perfectly good marriage (or an imperfect marriage, for that matter).
“Hey,” says one of the women, “nice ass.”
Practice makes perfect!
All things considered, marriage is a sweet deal for women. A grown adult woman can never work a day in her life if she knows how to use her uterus, and the law, to her advantage. Get a man to marry you. His shit is yours.
Why? Why did you manage to stumble into my life? Why did you choose to make me fall for something I already knew was completely unattainable?