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Friday, August 3, 2018
Whose Life that I Live In?
You know, long time ago, I always think that I'll married later on. Keep catching the dreams and work position (well, increasing the salary to be honest), were my main thought and objectives. I have to be better. To live better. Enjoying my own life and fulfilling the needs, especially for my mom.
I did always have close boy friend. I didnt really into relationship thou, even I did hope with someone, but it always end up on friendship. Eventhough I will always only focusing on that person at that time. Lol
You know, what people said that you usually end up with person whom you tell your love stories, well it's true. Eventhough I knew my husband --yeah, call him husband already, cieh :)), for like years ago. I never even really care about him. As I only knew he's closed with a lot of girl friends, and even he already had girlfriend when we met again after years. In which, I didnt even care with whom or how long it was and only knew it from my friends when they gossiping--since I also have someone close to, I just didnt care about him at all.
I didnt even know how or when these actually started. For at first, for like months I didnt know what his acted actually meant to, or even didnt realized that he actually already broken up --well, at first I also didnt realized he also being closed with some other women at the same time when he tried to get closer with me (well, boys #rollingeyes).
I never be easy on him. Even until now he still feel that way (lol, sorry). So when mostly the women that tried to get him and his attention, maybe for him I did play hard to get. So rather that only me whom tried to catch him, we both did the work. A year only for approaching time, we finally get into relationship, which for months, quite random. Lol
I never begging him to stay. Even sometimes I rarely contacted him. Other times when he said he's busy, I'd prefer went with my friends (either girl or boy), went to gym, even I still met with person I closed with before him --especially when he also met with his "bestfriend". And yet, my rule is simple, you wanna be with me, then you should acted and tried for it. Since I do believe in action-reaction.
So when he finally proposed me after suprisingly less than a year we're in relationship, I'm not directly said yes. Since I didnt really into that thing, I never begged him or asked him to marry me. I even questioning him about marriage things months before we're into relationship.
Especially at that time I knew some girls still tried to catch him, even one of them desperately asked him to marry her. And she did annoy me for some times, neverending missed calls and messages, even ever said to him she wanna met me to beg and talk as woman to woman, so she thought I'd finally gave him to her. Well, girl, if you read this, you should know that lucky you, We never met. At first, he's human being who has his own heart and mind. He chose what he wanted. Not as easily as I could handed it over to you, he's not a dead unliving thing.
And secondly, I'm not that any typical of girl you thought I would be. You're lucky only dealed with him, even you thought he harshed. Your choice, your acted, your mistakes, your problems, your consequences. IDGAF ;)
Well, I ended up said yes. After all these time and how hard he tried.
And here I'm now. At the beginning of my 3-ish age, I married with someone whom I never thought before.
Living as his wife, with all ups and down. Laughs and tears, even sometimes my eager to kick him as hard as I wanna hug him.
While now, we're expecting our first child.
So whose live I'm living in?
I always thought that Maybe this's the life that other woman once ever dreamed of.
While for me, the live what I never thought I would live.
But I always tried to believe, this's what God best plan for me. The right things will fall at the right time.
And we will just walk through it.
Cause sometimes, life is better to be unexpected.
As the best is yet to come.
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