“They’re exhausted from trying to maintain the facade of a happy union.”
I think it’s very hard to be married. I’m sort of sick of her right now.
The husband was in some deep sh*t, but then Judy Blume came to help.
The moment your first friend gets engaged is almost as exciting as you expect your own engagement to be. You immediately start to wonder how she’s going to ask you to be in her wedding, where it will be, how she’ll decorate and what dress style she’s going to go with. After all of the fun planning and the unforgettable bachelorette party, reality hits and shit goes down hill…fast.
Choose them because you need something now, fast, and they’re your best bet. Choose them because, at least for the time being, it seems to work.
You convince yourself he makes you happy, but deep down you know that’s not the truth.
I will bring to light that yes, I am single. Which opens up two other extremes that my girlfriends and I struggle with. Either those we know are currently planning a wedding, or we’re convinced that we will inevitably become cat ladies.
Things don’t just go in a perfectly straight line. Sometimes we zig-zag all over the place. And you know what? That’s okay. That’s actually way more normal.
Since I was 10 years old, my mom has been drilling this mantra into my head: “You are a Muslim, and you will not date.”
I know that my life revolves around me and the things I love, the things I want to do, and it all gets done in the way and at the time that I want it to. Throw a baby into the mix and the world falls off its axis and you have to realign it in an entirely new way.