"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7
I just quit my job. In the most immature way possible. I was sent on break, burst into tears and walked out. Still haven't called them to say I'm not coming back. It's a FFFC because I know it was a shitty thing to do but I just can't do it anymore.
Ok, FFFC Installment #3. I'm seriously on a roll today, but I'm stopping after this one so I have something for next week.
When DH and I were dating, he was living with his mom and stepdad in the burbs to save money. We got serious pretty quick (knew I was going to marry him on date #1) and he just stayed there until we got engaged and then we moved in together (didn't want to be living together without official plans to get married since he was in the beginning of a custody fight, no need to give any ammunition as silly as it might be).
Anyway, his mom and stepdad were always home and my MIL is uber Catholic and conservative. There was no real way for ST when I was over there. We used to go out with his friends or on dates and then park his Pathfinder around the side of his mom's house out of view so we could fool around. Mostly it just BJ and hand stuff, but we DTD a few times. Nearly got caught by his stepdad one time when he was coming back from his nightly walk. I actually cried a little when DH traded in the Pathfinder for a more fuel friendly Mazda 3. Some good memories in that car.
When we were still just dating, H always tried to get me to do anal. I told him I was saving my ass for marriage. We still haven't done it, and I don't intend to.
Soul mates. I said the exact same thing. H always tries to bet me buttsex and I say NOPE. Not putting my b-hole on the line like that. It's just rude.
I don't have any confessions today, really--- except that I realllllyyyy want to be a whiny pregnant girl today and just bitch about how uncomfortable I am no matter what I do.
I know it's not friday anymore, but I am jealous of all the ftms who get to bring one baby home and enjoy all the snuggles and naps without a toddler around. I love my son, but I wish I could have the same first time experience with my daughter that I did with him.
Re: FFFC
My food confession is that I've eaten 3 cinnamon raisin bagels loaded with Nutella today. Breakfast, lunch, snack.
:P
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I don't have any confessions today, really--- except that I realllllyyyy want to be a whiny pregnant girl today and just bitch about how uncomfortable I am no matter what I do.