In my 20s, this girl I met was vomiting from both ends from a bad night of partying, and I was there taking care of her. She ugly-cried about how other guys left her in her mess.
Hell yeah. When I met my wife, she was overweight and all her previous relationships had ended because of her Ichthyosis. It’s a bad skin condition which makes her have scales all over (or at least mostly all over) – she doesn’t have the WORST kind, but she was kind and loving; but very emotionally damaged from it. We’ve been together 20 years now, and now she’s the super skinny one, and the skin condition has never bothered me. Now I am the one getting the looks like “How’d this ugly mother fucker bag HER?!”
Looks is great and all, but it’s not everything. And Marriage isn’t a picnic either - you gotta be stupidly open and honest to not let any secrets brew between you. She’s my best friend and honestly I couldn’t live without her.
In my 20s, this girl I met was vomiting from both ends from a bad night of partying, and I was there taking care of her. She ugly-cried about how other guys left her in her mess.
We’ve been married for more than a decade.
Hell yeah. When I met my wife, she was overweight and all her previous relationships had ended because of her Ichthyosis. It’s a bad skin condition which makes her have scales all over (or at least mostly all over) – she doesn’t have the WORST kind, but she was kind and loving; but very emotionally damaged from it. We’ve been together 20 years now, and now she’s the super skinny one, and the skin condition has never bothered me. Now I am the one getting the looks like “How’d this ugly mother fucker bag HER?!”
Looks is great and all, but it’s not everything. And Marriage isn’t a picnic either - you gotta be stupidly open and honest to not let any secrets brew between you. She’s my best friend and honestly I couldn’t live without her.