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Posting my dream home aesthetics! 🥰❤️🌲🍀

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The boy who stayed at home

So I’m pretty sure this is where all of my issues with relationships came to be...at the ripe age of 5 years old.

It was a Monday or Tuesday, I’m not quite sure, it doesn’t even matter, the sky was blue, sun shining and I was hanging out at the house, a.k.a. tree fort, with my 6-year-old husband (starting off with older men too soon).  I should have known my sights for men were already set too low, when I was sitting back watching Mr. Tree Fort make dinner. Um, hello?! Clearly a red flag, I’m all for the husband kicking in and helping around the house, but shouldn’t he have, like, a job to do? Mr. Tree Fort was way too content doing all the cooking and cleaning up.

Anyways, I’m sitting back against the wall like a boss, when I hear my mom calling my name from a few houses down; it was time to go. So as I’m getting ready to leave, I tell my husband I have to go to work, I’ll see him when I get home and I give him my first kiss as a goodbye. Okay pause, this is a for real what the fuck moment. As a 5 YEAR OLD, I’m already settling for a man who obviously has no ambition (except catering to my every need) and is okay with being a stay at home dad AND on top of that, I just wasted my first kiss on a deadbeat freeloader. No, no, no that is not going to work. I want to be a successful (super fucking rich) and independent young woman, but at the end of the day, I do not want to be the breadwinner in my family, I’m expecting a man to bring home the dough. Yet here I am, starting my life off as an apparent feminist kindergartener, fucking up my future relationships for years to come.