To Be or Not to Be an Asshole

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Being an asshole, it runs in my blood. It’s only a matter of time before the next smart ass thing comes out of my mouth from my previous statement. But what this will be about is my lack of tolerance for bullshit from certain people in my life.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually a very loving person. I take more than I should. I deal with more alone than I do with others. You know, that’s me. What I cannot stand is a liar and in that a person that feels they have to do the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen someone do to make them look good. Like, home slice, I can not fraternize with the enemy at this point in my life. I aim to please. Happy people, happy me. Well I’m not happy.

Like y’all see RiRi’s face? That’s my exact face 95% of the time when dealing with said person. The amount of…whatever the word/phrase is I’m looking for…is ridiculous. I’m at my wit’s end. I’m a slowly leaking explosive device. I really want to be super mean but it would be a never ending avalanche of Class A Bullshit. I have spent the last 2 days feeling like a shit friend because, unlike usual, I didn’t get the whole ass, both sides of the story. Like how dare I not get the whole story? Had I got the whole story, I wouldn’t feel so God awful. So now, I don’t want any dealings with said person.

Anyways, moving forward. I am super salty with myself and even more disappointed that for once in my life I was a shit friend. Y’all pray for me so I don’t get myself in trouble.

-Me

Intro to Me.

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June 17, 2019

For my own safety and the key to a life without drama, I will not expose my name. However, one is allowed to know me as an open book.

I live in a small town in NC. I’m 24 and I married my high school sweetheart. Just kidding. I married the man that drunkenly stumbled into my life 3 years post horrible high school sweetheart breakup. I know what you’re thinking, I married a drunk. Oh no. Whatever shall I do. Truth is, both of us were drunk and he was supposed to be a one night stand. Here we are, almost a good 3 years later and he’s still the apple of my eye.

As of today, we’re at 2 years 6 months and a week of being together and a solid 2 months a week and 3 days of being married. Fresh start, I’d say. So far, married life has been great. I do contemplate choking my lovely husband out on a regular basis, but you other wives are lying if you haven’t thought the same.

Our biggest struggle right now in all honesty, is conceiving our first child. Let me tell you, it has really drained every ounce of my being. It’s definitely not easy and apparently there are tons of women with the same struggle as myself and they’re just as equally frustrated. I know what you’re probably thinking one of the following or maybe all of them…

  • You’re still so young.
  • You have plenty of time
  • You just got married
  • Enjoy the married life.

Well. I’m impatient and I want multiple children. Before my back gives out from dealing with all the other children in my life, I need my back for my own children. So pray or whatever you believe in, send some baby voodoo my way; whatever ticks your ticker.

-Me