This has no real point
For some reason, I thought life would smoothen out after the wedding. I honestly believed that somehow getting married meant I could relax, that moving in together would help relieve stress, and that somehow my job would get better.
But it didn’t work like that. After the wedding, I had this new relationship, meals to avoid cooking, a job to quit and an awesome job to acquire, a new puppy to yell at when she barks too much, and a small battle of convincing my mother that I need a vacuum for Christmas.
Weddings are great, but they usually are not going to drastically alter your day-to-day tasks. Why the hell did I think finishing my wedding would make me like my job more? If anything, it made me like it less due to me not being distracted by my bridesmaids asking what kind of shoes I think they should buy! Oh, and that whole “I’ll frame these really expensive custom invitations!” thing totally never, ever happened.
The vacuum works marvelously. Thanks, mom.
