The Girl You Wished Lived Next Door's blog: "mumbles"

I have married the love of my life. wow!

So there is somebody new in my life... well, it's actually a blast from the past. He was the first man to ever propose to me and NOT get laughed at. I was 19 when I met him and still had a lot of growing up to do. I hurt him pretty badly back in the day and he just comes back in to my life and FORGIVES me. Like it never even happened. I am amazed. Well, he has plans and dreams for the future. For it to be our future. He doesn't want to take our relationship to a sexual level until marriage. ~argh~ we've already been together sexually... like over 6 years ago. Tonight while we were kissing things got a little hotter than they should have and he suggested chocolate to soothe the ruffled urges... I love chocolate but it is no substitute for sex. I tried it though. At this rate, by the time I'll get to have sex I'll be too fat to enjoy it.

So I'd rather my first fubar blog be about my drunken fun, but it's not. I'm feeling a little lost at the moment. I couldn't drink this year cuz I was so damn sick I couldn't get out of bed. Rather than cancel his plans with his whore, he taught my 5 year old how to work the microwave so HE could cook dinner. I couldn't argue with him, I tried. I tried walking in to the kitchen and fell. He didn't help me up. He said that's what I get for trying to argue. His family brought me meds and cookies and offered to help put the kids to bed. Shame somebody else had to take care of HIS responsibilities. I hate this. I hate her. I want to hate him. I need rum and some comfort sex.