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A Woman's Perogative

As a woman, I have the right to change my mind. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I'm doing today in the case of MackDiva vs. Mr. Wonderful. Even though I told you that the end was near, I have now decided to give this thing a chance.

Why, you ask, would I reconsider my original position...especially since I said wasn't in love with him? Well, after careful consideration, I realized something -- I've never really been in love. Oh sure...I've been infatuated with a man to the point of distraction, but I've never been with someone long enough to see how my emotions would change with time.

Even though this man gets on my ever-loving nerves, we still get along great. We're comfortable with each other, and I don't have to be fake with him. He's seen me at my worst and still calls me beautiful. He remembers things I forget, and he cooks for me. Seriously, I would be stupid to just let him go.

Are things perfect? Not by a longshot. I still get irritated by him moving my things, and I sometimes want to kill him when he spouts various and sundry useless facts. Some of his jokes are completely inane, and I could smack him in the face when I see him trying to impress people.

Still...

He's a good man. He loves his children, and he loves me in all my simple complexity. What more could I ask for?

Now understand, I'm still moving out. I haven't changed my cohabitation position. If we're going to be together forever, he's going to have to put a ring on my finger and make me Mrs. Wonderful. That's real talk. I'm not settling for a boyfriend when I can have a husband.

So I've called a moratorium on the end...for now.

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Tiffany said…
Wow, to have never been in love before, hmmm I wonder what I would be like? You are right though if he was wants to work the field and live in the house he needs to buy the farm.

Tiffany
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com/
February 26, 2010 at 6:46:00 PM EST
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