Are they that rare? And do they really know to keep things like this under wraps? It seems like our social filters have all gone out the window the last eight years.
She can’t spell fiancé correctly despite several attempts and having autocorrect. I think it’s entirely possible that she’s just dumb, selfish and insecure.
I take after my mother: I’m a Combat Shopper.
My father, on the other hand, was very much a lookie-loo shopper.
There’s always two types of people, and they usually marry each other.
Ditto. Respect for anyone who not only knows two languages well enough to explain one in the other, but is willing to share that knowledge.
Thirteen years ago, I was 25 and working two dead end retail jobs. I got back into school and made a move across the country to finish my bachelor’s. It was one of the scariest things I’ve done: to move somewhere where I had no social safety net.
Since then I’ve dealt with all-nighters, heartbreak, warrants, promotions, a couple weird relationships, my own inner demons, and more than a few car accidents.
But today, I’m in a stable relationship with someone I love, I have good friends that I can call to help bury a body, my family loves me at my own pace (boundaries are important), and I’m doing some good for my community.
I still have a long way to go to get what I want, but I’m grateful for how far I’ve come and what I’ve learned along the way. And I think that’s the crux of your 30’s, to be able to remember what the past was like, but still look forward to what’s yet to come and what you plan for yourself.
Keep going, homie. You got this.
DM me if you want a mentor.
Hell yeah, it’s my stool stool