So the story begins as I marry a redneck. I'll start off by saying he's not a bad man. But goddamnit- did I ever set out with the intention of 'I want a "not such a bad guy"'? Hmm...maybe I did, subconsciously.
And now, almost two years married, I don't find myself disappointed in him; that lies completely in me. I do love him, and yet I find myself wondering how I gave up on finding that love....the love that loves me back. Jesus, the educated female who now simpers to avoid a fight.
To explain myself - female, 29, tall, attractive, dark hair, wierdly light blue eyes. I live in northern british columbia, and have two boys. I come from a very good family, had a good childhood, and yet still found myself attracted to the most ignorant, foul-mouthed, jack-asses around.
My husband loves me, but is the type who shows no emotion towards me, or anything really in life, unless it pisses him off. My parents travelled with us as kids, everywhere. I've got him as far as Mexico. I'm starting to lose the adventurous part of me, because I know with him those dreams are just that - dreams.
So do I become the horrible woman that tries to change him, or do I accept what he see's me as: a wife with no expectations??
Well, as of 2008, i've decided not to be the latter. How it'll go, who knows. I'll let you know.
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