Once upon a time, I was single, gregarious, and full of life. I would surf, play volleyball, go out drinking, hang with the boys, and sleep with strange women. I did whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.
And then I decided, fuck all that freedom, I should get married.
Once upon a time, I was content, The Bride and I used to have some fun nights, but mostly we just went out for dinners before coming home to snuggle on the couch and watch Netflix, and then make love when we feltlike it, wherever we felt like it.
And then we decided, fuck all that freedom, let’s have a baby.
And now we are slaves to our children, we have a quickie here and there when we are able to stay awake long enough to do it, and once in awhile we get a babysitter and go out with friends and The Bride spends the entire time talking about our children.
It’s pretty fucking awesome. I mean that literally, sarcastically, and ironically.