Married woman. That's my title now. I don't FEEL married a lot of the time. It feels like Chef Boyardee and I have run away and are living a secret life. Of course, the fact that he has to go back to work this week may dampen that dream somewhat. Or when reality bites for me (tomorrow at noon when my stories are due), the fantasy may also die a little death.
But for now, we're newlyweds; grinning and groping for no reason, making silly jokes and saying things like, "We CAN face anything ... TOGETHER!"
I thought I'd be apprehensive, scared, worried ... something like that. But I feel absolutely no negative emotion (except when Chef gets on my back about bathing before I lie down on his clean sheets. I swear sometimes the man is more of a girl than me.) I am radiantly happy, satisfied to sit for days in a house with just him: talking, watching TV, washing the car, squabbling, the aforementioned groping and doing stuff that married people do :).
Even though we have no furniture, a fridge as our only appliance, a three-month-old terror for a puppy that eats more than I do, a mortagage, bills, a car that needs work ... I stare at him and have no regrets. For this, I am very, very thankful.
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