Changing diapers is not as fun as going to a concert. And don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise. Having children will, however, beat out any competition when it comes to joy.
You litter. And I swear, the next cigarette butt my kid picks up at the park I’m mailing away for DNA testing and I’m coming for you.
Miss Doom and Gloom.
If you have a list, burn it. The only nonnegotiable should be heart.
How important is being married? So important that you would marry the wrong person, or ruin a good relationship with the right one?
The ex that pops in and out of your life isn’t reappearing because stars are periodically aligning. They’re coming and going (probably literally and sexually if you know what I’m sayin’) because you’re letting them.
It’s an agreement: you say I’m going to deal with the shit life throws at me and I’m also going to take on the shit life throws at you. And then there will be shit that life throws at us together.
He’s just not that into you. It doesn’t mean he’s not into you at all, it’s just not enough.