Well… not literally.
They say you only ever truly know someone once you’ve either travelled with them, lived with them or married them. What they left out is that will be when you find out who YOU are, too.
So far I’ve learned that I need nausea pills for the take-off, chew almost half the packet of chewing gum in order to avoid my ears from cracking, and I love couch potato-ing more than I would like to admit. I will also kill my Husband.
That is if I didn’t actually love him, of course. (Or was afraid of prison. Or blood.) Let’s be honest, at some point in your marriage, you have thought about murdering your loved one. Where you have gotten so ANGRY; not upset, not irritated but so ANGRY that you could probably be capable of first degree murder. You would probably have thought about how…
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