Story of broken heart and the events those helped me collect the beautiful pieces of my heart.
Continued from episode 1
Started thinking how all this happened in last three months …...
Me and Becky missed each other even when we were at work. I use to look on my phone to see if have a romantic text from Becky. But in last three months it wasn't the case. We didn't had much to talk; may be just a quick kiss with how was the day?
She was spending more time on face book and I was making myself busy with after work drinks with colleagues or some time with old mates. It was getting bit boring living the same life for long.
One man's family lives in less than 500 square feet. His wife wants more.
My wife is addicted to porn—real estate porn.
See, we live in less than 500 square feet. With a toddler and a baby, both of whom are growing rapidly, alongside their also-growing piles of stuff. We have a north-facing balcony that gets no sun until late afternoon, if at all. Plus, we live on the first floor, and have to deal with crowds from the Swedish national soccer stadium down the street.
So she dreams a bit. Fantasizes. And the big newspaper here in Sweden gives her all the real estate porn she needs.
Loving your husband does not mean that living with him is always easy.
Yes, I love my husband and family and wouldn't change a thing about our family unit. Now that I have made that obligatory statement, let me get to my point. There are certain issues that I have with the institution of marriage, which offers both wonderful benefits and incredible challenges, often in the same day. Here are the five things I hate about marriage.
