one day,
we will live happily. i will wake up next to my beautiful loudly snorning spouse. i dont complain. i will hear our child crying in the not far bedroom, and i will not complain. the smell of burnt coffee comes from the lower level of our suburbs house in California, thats our older son. he is trying to make me a mothers day breakfast. i dont complain. i love my life. i love my child. i love you.
but, for now, while you still like her i will wait, and i can wait. i dont complain
e.g.
