At the shack

The ducks

Heyyy :)

I like to write in my free time, and now, im free ! 

It feels awkard to start a new story from scratch loll

I'll update this story every week on tuesdays or thursdays :)) 

Jena ------

Dear diary. 

I don't normally do this- I mean, write to you, but I want to show this page to her when she'll finally realise he's not the one. 

I tried talking sense into her, but she won't listen to me. I've been telling her from the start: Major red flags EVERYWHERE. 

The guy litteraly kissed a girl on the lips in front of her, and his excuse was he was drunk ??

And that time he got mad and took all her savings to buy expensive alcool for him and his friends. She said it was okay, but I knew damn well she had been saving up for two years to buy a car. 

The worse is, she never listens to me when I tell her that's not normal.

Uhh, this bitch. 

Mary ------

I was walking with Dean, alongside a river with ducks. He had asked me to wear a sunflowery dress, as we where celebrating our two years anniversary. 

We stopped to take a couple of pictures, and ate what was inside the picnic basket I had prepared. Sitting on a picnic tablecloath, I was very happy I could share this moment with him. 

We ate our sandwiches with chips and salsa, as we watched the river and the ducks. A mother duck, a father duck and three little duckies were following eachother, occasionnaly dipping their head in the water to eat.

I looked at Dean, and hoped with all my heart that we would someday be like them. 

I mean, with the children not the feathers...

And he was so sweet, he even went and gave them his own sandwhich ! 

Oh, how good of a dad he would make.

Dean ------

We where on our two years anniversary, and she insisted on walking along the side of a river. 

We had been walking for what felt like ages, I was relieved when she took out a picnic tablecoath and put it on the green grass. As I was about to open the picnic basket, she took out her phone and took a photo. Uhh.

When she was done with that, I opened the basket, like a seven year old would open a gift. But the seven year old got a PS5, I got socks.

This bitch made sandwiches. SANDWHICHES. 

I was hoping for something a little more, ANNIVERSARY? And a ham sandwich on top of that, with no tomatoes. 

She took out - and I was relieved - chips and salsa. I sure ain't gonna get caviar, but at least she got me my chips.

I wasn't gonna eat that sandwich, so I got up and threw it at the ducks.

I went back to the chips, and ate some. Pfff, she didn't even bother to put sliced cheese on the salsa.

As she was looking at the river, I spotted a family of ducks, feeding on my sandwich as the ducklings where fitting over a piece of bread. 

Sure hope I'll never get kids.