Quick, no title, just words!

Last night I went to the gym for the first time in like 3 weeks. My body is so grateful! Well, I've become really good friends with one of my instructors over the past year. Her & I went to dinner last week & she confided in me that her marriage was failing & that she had emotionally checked out. Gee, sound familiar?

I am a good friend, so gave her a consultation at no charge. And when she was finished I looked at her & gave my standard recommendation to those suffering in an unhappy marriage, "If you aren't in love with your spouse then the marriage will never be emotionally satisfying for you." Seriously, you either stay married in misery because of x,y,z excuse or you tear down the relationship & start rebuilding your life. We control our own happiness & you can't expect someone else to do it for you.

Naturally, I come across as a know-it-all on this subject & not every circumstance is the same, but I've lived through this. And so therefore, I'm a self-proclaimed genius on the topic. Snort.

My very wise & very well paid therapist once said something to me worth sharing to the masses. If you don't unstick yourself from your molasses mess you'll never make it to your candy castle. Well, she didn't say it exactly like that & I've been known to make many Candyland references in my blogs.

On another note if I ever get my white kitten I will name her Queen Frostine & call her Frosty for short. Thank you & have a nice day.

The real story

What probably should have been one of the happiest moment in my life was quickly discounted by a drinky Lola.

I suck. Sometimes.

J proposed. And you're probably thinking that he's crazy for wanting to marry me, right? Well tell him that. Not me.

Anyways, no one has actually ever asked me to marry them. (yes, I know I've been married.) Pardon me while I seem surprised, but J did it right. He actually had a ring & gave an extremely lengthy monologue complete with an emotional twist. If I had to write a proposal scene for someone else I would have just used his. It was priceless. Most romantic thing ever.

Naturally, I fucked it up. It's what I do, people.

As he was rambling on & on about just how much he loved me & how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me I remember very clearly the two drinky thoughts I was having at that exact moment. I remember thinking how he was just drunk proposing (think drunk dialing, only in person). I was certain he would have forgotten his marital agenda once sobriety kicked in the next day.

And then I clearly remember thinking about how I wanted to have sex.

The end result in this situation is good, though. Even though I didn't say yes that night, I did say yes the next day when HE MENTIONED IT. And I still got laid that night. Ha!

Just think. Now I can start blogging bridal details. Vomit, I know.