Today was one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you wake up and think, SHIT, things have been pretty great for a few weeks now………………what can I do to mess it up.
Now, I don’t like to think of myself as destructive, self-sabotaging, pain in the ass.
But, I honestly CAN’T help myself sometimes.
My husband calls it crazy.
My girlfriends call it feisty.
My parents call it impolite
I, I call it Brave.
I think it takes balls to say- Hey life isn’t perfect and neither are we, so lets start a fight!
Lets get down and dirty, empty out all that’s been bottled up, spilling over the brim and smash it against the nearest hard object.
Afterwards, I feel clean. I am flooded by the kind of honesty that only anger can bring. I feel like we start again, and realer, freer, more fragile but like clear glass.
I know your thinking, poor guy, poor Hubby.
Make-up sex.
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