Every day I go to a party and listen to everyone tell me how skinny I look. Then I go to the next party and listen to the same thing. And that’s my life!
Bf brought me to get wings and margaritas, took me out dancing, and then said “after this drink let’s go home and restart Desperate Housewives” I feel like a dog that’s about to be put down
There’s a minimum age in an age gap relationship where where I stop judging the older person for being predatory and start judging the younger person for not being vain enough
