Maybe my husband is right, and I really am crazy…
…because I sit around looking at pictures from before there was “us” and I always get this feeling like he wasn’t meant to be with me….
Which is strange, because I don’t see myself with anyone else…he fulfills all the aspects of a husband that I could want…
and then there’s me…
I feel like my husband was destined to have a woman who had this wild imagination, an aggressive outgoing mannerism, and encouraged all his wild ideas.
I’ve always been such an introverted shy loser, that often when I think about myself within my own head I’m wearing gray…eating plain vanilla ice cream…and i have straight brown hair….no excitement….
I imagine my husband would have had a wife with a Syd and Nancy feel to it, destructive but with passion pouring out of the history pages for the world to see.
Now, I realize how wrong/crazy this all makes me…who am I to determine who my husband should be with? But this feeling has overwhelmed me time and time again.
*This has been a “Crazy random insomnia rant”. Tune in next week where I’ll describe how my daughters going to hate me in 13 years.*
Words are a mother-fucker. Ever feel like you can relate?