Dating, marriage & poop

Dating, marriage, the deal

I guess I've dated my bf the longest ever. Being married miserably for over 7 years doesn't count. My previous married because I got pregnant and thought it was the right thing to do. Yea....it sooo wasn't!
Now that the impossibility of me getting hitched has actually become a possibility and came true, I eat my dramatic self pity in raw uncooked rough form. And yes, I'm thrilled! I was never one to believe in divorce or separation. Luckily I was quickly freed from that hell the first time. I seriously cannot handle infidelity.

People started asking how I didn't have a big wedding, not even a party, and if being married feels different. I, personally don't think things should change. After being with Justin for almost 5 years, I'm hoping things are going to go as smoothly as it has been the last few months. I'm sure it's strange in the beginning for him to refer to me as his wife as it was calling him my husband. It's awesome actually!
I don't see spending thousands of dollars on a grand wedding when people show just to compliment your dress and the decor as they drink the RSVP'd main courses and elaborately priced cake, washing it down with the open bar. A lot of girls relish in the spotlight, whereas Justin & I both agree we like it toned down. Courthouse style. That's A-ok! We will eventually spend a few bucks on "wedding pics".

Marriage. People say people or couples or things change. You see, Justin & I have already went ahead and did the live together thing. I don't see why things should change. He still comes home every night, has his same routine, same job, same everything as do I. Getting married to me, meant a lot. It's not just a piece of paper. It's the vows. As much as we might sometimes hate eachother enough to want to suffocate in sleep with a nice fluffy pillow. We both know only we can tolerate eachother's faults and habits. I love the asshole. And he loves his bitch. Yep. I'm no innocent angel.

Things are the way the should be. Aggravating, stressful, highly sexual, hateful, selfish, smelly at times but all with love.

Ignorance Is Bliss

One thousandth reason I really feel out of place in Florida. Country Music. I don't know what it is about people down here. I just don't belong and I don't fit in. I'm not racist but I honestly stereotype. Everyone does. Just the like same people who sit at my desk and say, "Wow, you don't even have an accent!", WTF?! The people here are really....let's find some stereotypical terms...rednecky. Doesn't even matter if you have money. I listen to their stories and hobbies and weekend excursions. And I'm not saying its just one race, it's all skin colors!!!! I'm stunned.

Even when I'm rarely invited out, usually because these people associate with my BF so I have to go. I feel like the token asian. I can take jokes and abuse. The name calling I get is hysterical. Hey, gotta be able to take a joke. But seriously, people forget how truly and unbelievably rude and ignorant they are before they ask or make a statement.

OMG I speak perfect english and I cook a Thanksgiving dinner like Martha Stewart, my meatloaf kicks ass, I so totally suck in math and still use my fingers to count, I order chinese food in english, I grew up in the 80's in Brooklyn. No my exes were not all asian and my mother doesn't give a shit. My mom wears the pants in the family and they have a regular house with all the furnishings everyone else has including a flat screen TV and a microfiber couch! My parents favorite car was a caddy not a honda and they don't bow when you meet them.

It's ridiculous. I usually have to hold in my sarcastic shit because these are my customers. Inside, I'm screaming, "You dumb bitch! WTF? Do I ask if you grew up in a damn trailer and if you eat everything with ketchup? Do you only have a pick up and is beer your favorite beverage of choice?! Do you all walk barefoot and have BBQ for every possible occasion?!"

Makes me miss the city. NYC, I miss you.