I did it. I got my nails done last night. I went to one of those chop shops and now i'm sick to my stomach because I keep imagining fungus growing underneath. Why did I do this? Vanity has taken control, reared its ugly head and steered me in a wrong direction. No more will I go to this place, smell the fumes, and demand new files and buffers. NO!! NO!!! NO!!!! NO!!!! Don’t get me wrong these nails look HAAAUUUUUGHTTTTT!!!! And, yes I probably will get them done again, just not at that place.
I couldn’t stop staring at them last night they are so pretty, no nail art, no weird colors and definitely not the length of a street corner hooker. Instead a Soft pink, almost nude with a length right over my skin. My husband just finds them nasty, but IIII LLUUUUUVVVV them so he'll just have to live with them. Besides, he wasn't complaining when I was giving him a back scratch last night.
It is funny how a relationship changes in that way. At first you want to do everything to please your man, you wear your hair the way he likes and compromise on beauty and style, you wear those sexy panties that are constantly riding up you’re a*s, but hey a little chaffing is nothing compared to his pleasure. You pretend to like all the same shows and that you aren’t a little jealous when it comes to other chicks in his life. You do all his laundry and fold it delicately with love and care, you leave him sexy notes, make his lunch and tell him what a stud he is in all areas of his life. You fake it in bed on those off nights that you really aren’t in the mood just to get it over with, and secretly applaud your acting abilities because he is just too stupid to realize the jokes on him. You do your makeup and hair each day, and exchange I Love You’s every hour. You are smitten!!!
Then one day it happens and believe me it will happen. You start wearing your hair how you want, cotton panties become the ol’ standby, you stop having to fake it because sex doesn’t come often enough, so whenever you’re lucky enough to get it, you enjoy it!!!! You stop saying I Love you every 60min and are happy when it happens once a day. Smitten is replaced with comfortable and you realize that although you miss the anticipation and butterflies, “comfortable” is one of the best places to be. You know what it is like to make it work and how difficult it can be. There is a peacefulness about your love and trust. You still tell him he’s a stud, but not for the reasons aforementioned, but for the friendship he provides and for the great way he fathers your kids. You love him intensely different. And just maybe; if you’re lucky, you will be the one to leave this world first and not have to face the heartache of living without him.
P.S. MUUUUWWWWAHHHHh Tim
right on, sister
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