Let me say this upfront: I like Tall-Shadow. I love Tall-Shadow. I’m in love with Tall-Shadow. And I believe to my core that he likes, loves and is in love with me right back.
I mean, c’mon…
Let me also say upfront: I believe God is in this.
So when I say I’m scared to get married again, I do not mean I am scared to get married to my sweet man.
I think when I say I’m scared I mean a few things.
One, that all of my quirks that he thinks are now adorable will turn into annoyances and he will stop liking me and stop thinking I’m cute. You know, things like how I hate waking up to a dishwasher full of clean dishes. (I’d rather stay up late and unload or not start a full dishwasher til the morning. I have no idea why.) Or like how I have a fifty-seven step (okay, maybe eight-step) morning routine. And how I get a little, umm, something, when it’s disrupted. Or like how I really, really prefer getting ready by myself instead of sharing the bathroom. Or…I can go on. Trust me, I can go on.
Two, that all of my quirks that I have gotten used to will be impeded upon, and I will become not so nice anymore. You know, because I’m high maintenance. And I’ve, at this point, been living as a single person for four-and-a-half-years. And because I’m old (-ish). And because I’m set in my ways. And because I’m way less go-with-the-flow than he gives me credit for. And because I’m stubborn. And because I can be super selfish.
But those are kinda little things. So I think even more than all that, […]