Last May, Husband and I celebrated/mourned our 13th anniversary.
Just kidding.
We 100% celebrated.
Our celebration consisted of Subway sandwiches and having midday sex in the laundry room hoping our kids wouldn't walk in on us.
#truelove
#truelove
Let's be honest here. Like, I hate my Husband sometimes. HATE.
And also, he hates me sometimes.
You wouldn't believe how pissed off he gets when I let the gas in my car get under 1/4 of a tank (which is 90% of the time) or when I let my cell phone battery run out (which happens all the time too.)
You wouldn't believe how pissed off he gets when I let the gas in my car get under 1/4 of a tank (which is 90% of the time) or when I let my cell phone battery run out (which happens all the time too.)
I know I'm awful.
I can self-assess. I can look inside myself.
I can self-assess. I can look inside myself.
I accept it.
But more importantly, my husband accepts it.
Last week I was thinking, what would be some deal breakers for me in regards to my marriage.
I need to start setting rules so I can keep him on his toes.
I need to start setting rules so I can keep him on his toes.
For instance, if he lost all his teeth or ever exhibited poor oral hygiene...
DEALBREAKER.
If he ever participated in musical theatre...
DEALBREAKER.
DEALBREAKER.
Refused to have sex with me on my timeline...
Took up a side job in the porn business...
Sold one of our kids on the black market (unless its my 4 year old, then that's totally cool with me)…
Started crying during movies...
Bleached his butthole...
ALL. DEAL. BREAKERS.
Luckily Husband has never committed any of the above atrocities.
If he ever did though, things would be 100% over, no questions asked.
