Marriage

Marriage is kind of the end-all-be-all for me. Yes, I have professional ambitions but at the end of my life I'd just like to know I lived it on purpose with the same one I said "I do" to x number of years ago.

I want to be the mother I think children deserve--protective but not foreboding; encouraging and always there. I want to be the wife a man loves forever without a doubt. I need people to take care of but first a man needs to see how much I already care for myself and recognizes the lengths I've gone to as well as be here while I'm finishing school, KNOWING I will succeed.

I'm going to be twenty nine in December and I think that's a good age to finish school. I'm ready and it's finally the only thing that makes sense. I'm going to be a Psychology major. I've applied to UHD and I'm also reapplying at Southwestern.

"We'll see" isn't good enough anymore. I don't fuck with maybes. It's on. I'm doing this. I don't need any comments from the peanut gallery. I AM an adult. You bastards.

Don't talk to me about money. Don't talk to me about the cost or the mundane details because it's all too simple to give me the rhetorical third degree over because you're right and the end. You just know I'm incapable of heeding your lectures already so why bother encouraging me to "be an adult" if you're always going to be the only one in the room according to your standards?

I'm not the crazy one.