5 days more to till the end of my fabulous single life! I know it hasn’t always been happy happy joy joy but those 3 years of being single, carefree and independent helped me get stronger, realize my flaws and in the end made me a little more easy going. Yes, I’m still Miz Princess SupAstar but I’m much easier to deal with… of course Allen will disagree.
Allen knows how hard I struggle with the idea fact what whatever I do now has consequences that affect the both of us, that I have to check (not ask) just check what he hasn’t made plans for the both of us before I plan a night out with the girls etc, that I have savings for our future (I forsee, less shoes, darn it).
I do have little panic attacks, the rest of your life with someone who thinks that farts under the covers are funny, wet toilets floors, pull my finger jokes and the nagging about my finances (which I usually let Angie handle) … it’s a huge step and I really really don’t want to get married ever again!! So sometimes, when I watch him sleep (yeah, I’m spooky like that) I think to myself… how the hell do I know this is gonna work, he’s cute and all but… ohmygawd…. it’s a lifetime, then I hug him and it doesn’t matter how late or how tired he is, he ALWAYS hugs back. That’s when I know I’ve made the right decision.
