hollywood has a lot to answer for
i've never pictured my wedding.
ok, ok, i lie. i've pictured this kick ass party, outdoors, great jazz, fabulous food, great wines and champagnes and a fabulous bunch of friends. but i never pictured my dress or the groom. ok, ok maybe once i did picture someone i could be married to (the one who got away, whose wedding was pretty much perfect - and perfect that i really didn't want to be walking down that aisle, as much as i love him dearly as a friend now). but even then i didn't picture my dress. and i do obsess about my outfits.
the thing is, i thought that by 25 i would have met the guy i wanted to be with, who wanted to marry me. and that i would be successful in my career by 25, and engaged, and married by 27 and had my first kid by 30.
instead, i may be reproductively challenge, attracted to a guy with kids of his own and wondering if my boyfriend, who is lovely to me in the best way he knows how to, is really the right one for me.
they tell me relationships are all about compromise, but to what degree should one compromise?
i never believed in the happily ever after, and i was always cynical with this notion that something bad happened after they rode off into the sunset. but maybe that hopeful part of me, which will be crushed i know, is due to some ridiculous romcom consumption as a teenager.
they should ban fairy tales with any references to that love stuff.
ok, ok, i lie. i've pictured this kick ass party, outdoors, great jazz, fabulous food, great wines and champagnes and a fabulous bunch of friends. but i never pictured my dress or the groom. ok, ok maybe once i did picture someone i could be married to (the one who got away, whose wedding was pretty much perfect - and perfect that i really didn't want to be walking down that aisle, as much as i love him dearly as a friend now). but even then i didn't picture my dress. and i do obsess about my outfits.
the thing is, i thought that by 25 i would have met the guy i wanted to be with, who wanted to marry me. and that i would be successful in my career by 25, and engaged, and married by 27 and had my first kid by 30.
instead, i may be reproductively challenge, attracted to a guy with kids of his own and wondering if my boyfriend, who is lovely to me in the best way he knows how to, is really the right one for me.
they tell me relationships are all about compromise, but to what degree should one compromise?
i never believed in the happily ever after, and i was always cynical with this notion that something bad happened after they rode off into the sunset. but maybe that hopeful part of me, which will be crushed i know, is due to some ridiculous romcom consumption as a teenager.
they should ban fairy tales with any references to that love stuff.
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