Well, last Sunday, my only day of deliverance from 18 hour work days I went with my wife to get our son's picture made with Santa. He was so well behaved! He posed VERY nicely. Oh, my son is a cat. His name is Harley. Thats just one example of the pathology that marriage has evoked in my life.
I do other stuff. Like, this is the first Christmas I've ever purchased Christmas presents. Usually my mom buys them and I take credit. This year I've actually selected and purchased a few. Now, granted, my wife has done the bulk of the Christmas shopping. But to think this time last year I was bracing myself for the waves of marriage to crash ashore blows my mind. What really blows my mind is that this time next year I'll be a complete person. Complete with job, salary, and a fancy degree that puts letters before my name. For shits sake, my wife drives a friggin Lexus. I'm old.
I'm so old. The last bastion of my bachelorhood has been vanquished as well. My Jeep. Man, THAT thing was the balls. Sold to myself in 5 years. A youngish guy with a baby and a hot wife. I'm left with no trace of my previous life.
And I love it.
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