There is this order that life is supposed to follow. Meet him. Date him. Love him. Marry him. Reproduce with him. I’ve just never been that cookie-cutter. I tend to be sporadic and off-centered. Celibacy after having a baby was definitely not a conventional path.
He’s great. He provides. He loves me and treats me like his queen. He’s nothing like the other guys that came before him. He makes me laugh. He is everything. I love him but … why does he act like a two year old waiting