I love getting out of town and going to the city every now and then. It keeps us sane. Idk how many Air Force inns I’ve slept in anymore but the last one is always better than the next one.
THE HUMANS DO IT ALL THE TIME, IT MEANS YOU’RE A GOOD BOY
And I change a little bit, you change a lot.
Have you sleep next to me every night but fight really bad every weekend or sleep alone most nights and see you when you wake up to go to work and I come home from work.
So just because I’m quiet it doesn’t mean im having a bad day, go to hell.
I had a day off today and after all this moving I just wanted my husband to come home and be proud of me because I did something good. He’s so nice, he painted the living room designed the whole place up and it’s so nice now. I did the kitchen and it still looks like shit, I painted the bathroom and it looks like shit. I tried to paint the bedroom today but nobody ever told me that painting over dark orange with light beige yellow is fucking impossible. So I left it for him to finish in the weekend. Sometimes I wonder why guys want to be with me. I’m an emotional wreck like my mom. I’m married now and I still have guys thinking I’m gonna leave this guy to go to them. I just wish I was stronger. Physically and emotionally stronger. The only good thing I did today was shower Magnus, and boy did this dog need a bath.
Catching up with Robert. It’s so nice to know how happy he is now compared to how he was here. In three years I’ll be long time friends with an officer, I’m thrilled he can be my baby’s ninong.
When someone complains about their night…I really really don’t care don’t ruin my morning.