I do, honestly. I love seeing people happy in love. I would even love to see myself happy and in love one day. Getting married and perhaps having a baby or two. Love is a beautiful thing.
But my life. Oh my life.
I dream of the day a man worthy enough comes in to my life and truly makes me happy. But we all do no matter what we’ve been through.
One of my favorite things to do is to sit in my room with a glass of wine and listen to love songs all night while imagining I’m out with a man who adores me and wants to be with me. I see myself being a housewife some day cooking thanksgiving dinner and throwing lavish parties with glass plates and tableware. My husband and I go golfing on Saturday mornings and then come home to take the kids out after. We go to church on Sundays and hold hands as we pray.
I realize this is a little contradicting to my previous post but a girl can still dream right?