I was involved with a myriad of men in my twenties. I was dumped and I was also very actively dumping.
I was 10 Kilos heavier and my emotional baggage contains the whole luggage line of LV. I had a lot.
My last post was on people getting married too fast. Was I envious?
Well... I 'am' envious of them having weddings. Not so much on the 'being married' part.
I have my own idea of how my solemnization outfit would be like, how my bersanding ceremony will be like and most importantly, what stuff
Then I realized that what I want is really not so much about being married, it's the wedding.
I don't know how I am going to include my husband in bed sheets shopping, vacations and stuff. I don't have any idea at all on how to include my husband in anything.
I am not going to worry about that too much though. What are the odds of me getting someone now. So I am just going to chill and enjoy my freedom the best I can.
Envious? NONSENSE. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade my friend, can't expect a blueberry pie innit?