I didn't realize that dating someone who was married and had children labeled me as desperate....or pitiful even. It really hurts to see that some of my "Friends" view me that way. I'm sorry, but I thought I was looking at the man. I'm sorry if I'm ready to be married. Not because everyone else around me is settling down, but because *Gasp* I might actually be ready to be with a man that I can see myself with on a permanent basis? God forbid that I want that for myself, and that my "Friends" would actually want that for me.
I was more happy with a man that has three kids than any of the other guys I had dated before him. He knows what he wants, he works hard, and he knows what his priorities are.
First lesson as being a 27-year-old adult is: I don't need to explain myself. If these people, who I thought were really decent friends, can't get on board and be supportive of the things I'm trying to do, then they really aren't friends to begin with.
I can't believe some of the things I found out on my birthday. Including me being despearte and pitiful...and I just want to get married and it doesn't matter to who....If it didn't matter, then I would have stuck it out with the 30-year-old virgin, or Brad, or Kyle. I've had plenty of opprotunity to "just get married" if that's what I really wanted to do. It makes me so irritated when my friends think I'm settling. I know I've had a lot of "Dating disasters", but if you've never failed at something it means you've never tried in the first place.
Hop on board, or don't. I don't give a shit either way. I'm doing things that are true to me. That means that I'm going to have a few failures along the way. I'm okay with this, and I wish that others would be too. It just makes me realize who I can trust, and who I can't..
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