Expectations.
Everyone has them for someone. We're expected to get married to a man of the same religion and have kids at age 30 and raise them in the same religion. Well, I am at least... But what if I fall in love with a kind man that treats me like a queen, who happens to be Jewish? What if I want to get married at 23? And have kids at 27?
But in all actuality, I'll probably just go into everyone's expectations because I'm so scared of my family thinking I'm a disobedient girl who actually wanted to follow her dreams.
Whatever tho.
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Thoughts
RandomJust a compilation of some of my many thoughts that I just need to get out
