So, I'm getting married next month. We've been together almost five years now, Ryan and I, and it's exciting to finally be taking this step. But, at the same time, even planning a court house wedding is a little bit of a task. There's trying to find clothes and shoes that actually fit and work, there's also trying to juggle a reception that is now constantly growing, and trying to get all the money together that's necessary for both. Whew.
Despite all of this, it really makes me smile to think that he chose me, despite the little whore that was moved in last year, despite the other girlfriends he's had, whom still think I'm a terrible person and that I'm no good for him.
All in all, I'm ready for this to just be over, and for life to get back to normal.
