I live with a roommate that says that i have commitment issues. How dare she? She’s like “By now, you should be able to call me your wife!” Well, i’m not wrong either, she’s indeed my roommate too. ( i wish i could remember where i heard this joke because it is brilliant and i wanted to give credit to the guy but allas, my memory fails me). I’m married. Have been for a while. It’s nice, i understand why people do it. You get to have someone to share shit with. You know, the good, the bad, whatever happened on this weeks episode of (insert random show you both binge on Netflix). Except, she doesn’t wait for me to see the episodes. She binges all alone and then spoils them for me. You conniving little devil! You know the feeling of waking up in the morning and turning to your side and seeing THAT someone that makes your day worth it, that makes you silly-happy for no apparent reason? You know? Well, i don’t but i’m sure my wife does. I’m that type of person, i make people feel happy, even in the morning. We are very cool as a couple. We no longer have time for jealousy type of shit. Sure, she doesn’t like something, she tells me to my face. The opposite does not happen. I learned my lesson that one time, Jesus! I also married above my rating. Yes, you can argue i’m attractive and all. I go to the gym, i’m athletic. I consider myself tall, especially when surrounded with shorter people. In fact, she has said that i am an 8 out of 10. She claims she doesn’t remember saying. Dude, i know what i heard ! But she’s way more attractive than i am. She used to model so she is as photogenic as they come. Every time we take a picture together, i look like a camel. There is no instagram filter that saves me. But all is good, all is well. In the poetic words of the failed kings of emo Mayday Parade:
Because these words were never easier
For me to say or her to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I’ll be miserable at best
I got you, babe !