Leaving the Party at 9..

Motherlovers!!

I used to think getting married at a young age was like leaving the party to early..

But, the fucking party was lame to begin with.

Like, I said, I thought that. And in a way I still do, but not for myself.

Fucking A, right?

I think that for other women. Why?

Because deep down in my cold, black heart, I truly believe I found my knight in streaked armor.

My best friend that is the life of the party. And everyone who has ever met him, knows that’s a fact.

Even his best friend wanted to marry him.

In all seriousness, I wanted to marry the same guy, just years from now, and thought, why not now? Why, wait? I’ve come to the realization that life can end at any moment, for any reason – I’ve grasped the fact that, contrary to popular belief, I am mortal and since modern technology doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I can not, in fact, transfer my consciousness into a machine.
So…until then…

And as that thought came in, another one came right after – funny how those work – Had I not married him, there was the chance of breaking up (not that it has disappeared, it’s just been drastically minimized), meaning, there was a chance that some other cunt would have given him attitude. She probably wouldn’t make him, or even bother to learn, cookies, pancakes or cupcakes from scatch, or make him his favorite Buffalo Chicken Lasagna that only I know how to make, or dare I say It, not even be a smoker!

Weed, you guys, no cancer sticks here, well, only seldom.
I can’t lie to you.

Yea. All that went in my head.

Or she maybe gives in into all his whims and doesn’t challenge him or push him enough to be the very best, like no one ever was….

*Cue Pokemon Theme song*

I don’t know, we had to put a ring on it.

And for they way this relationship began, I could only hoped he took me seriously and dind’t judge me – and since sharing is caring:

We met at Mayhem Fest in Dallas, Texas. Avenged Sevenfold, Korn were headlining along with other amazing bands. We met, and after the initial meet and greet, he went to go crowd surf.

And that is when he took my breath away.

Few weeks later, my friend R was having a small gathering, and we crossed paths and first thing I said – in my head – was “I'm fucking that guy tonight” and y’all, I had a boyfriend at the time. I am a shitty person, forgive me.
If he knew, I didn’t know and well, he was all I could think of at the time.
We were having a great time at the gathering, and soon he wanted to see If anyone wanted to go to another party that starts at four AM -  Insomnia, a rave club – and since I had been before, I took him on the offer and invited my friend to come along, who we never got to go pick up. And once we left to head out to Insomnia, we wanted more beer to drink and headed back to his place – and we shall leave this here on a rated pg-13.

Obviously, I was not girlfriend of the year, but all those mistakes led me to the man of my dreams, to my future husband - and above all, the woman I am today - And it was built on traits a “normal" relationship isn’t based on. And it is the best, once again obviously, one night stand I ever had, well worst one night stand since we got married in the end!

So, what am I saying here?

If it’s love and you truly feel it, never hold back on doing what you want, no matter who’s lips start to move, It is worth it -the way I see it, you’ll always be the villain, the hero and the princess/prince in someone else’s story. You hold the pen.

And about getting married young, the best things happen to us when we’re young.
They are called the best year of our lives! And it is time to break away from the stigma that you have to accomplish everything when you're young. That is far from truth - life is short, but we have a long way to go.

Anyway, the worst that can happen is this becoming a story I learn from, laugh at and move on from.

Muah!