Today, my stroke of genius hit me as I was rubbing coconut oil into my skin and trying to remember what I was going to do after I got dressed (I still don't remember). As I was frantically rushing around, Red ran in with F to help him use the potty, and then the two made their way to the kitchen where Red prepared F's breakfast.
Standing there, I realized why I've had so many crap relationships. I realized why I'm so happy, so in love.
I used to want a boyfriend. I had boyfriends. I was their girlfriend.
I didn't have real relationships. Real relationships aren't husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. They're made up of partners - and for the first time, I can honestly say that I've got one.
But, every now and again I'll slum it and refer to myself as his girlfriend.
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