BFFs 4Ever

It's no surprise to anyone who knows me to hear that The Boop and I have had a few ups and downs.  I know, I know, inconceivable!!  But, it's true.

The Boop met me, and for him it was love at first sight.  I didn't know who he was for months later.  We went to school together, and he chased me around for years.  I told him, its not going to happen, kid, move along.  We developed a friendship.  He helped me FINALLY move out of the home I was sharing with my boyfriend, in a completely unhealthy relationship.  And within a few weeks, he moved in with me.  It just happened.  A complete whirlwind.  Less than 2 years later we were married. 

Awww, what a wonderful love story <3 xoxox <3   Riiiiiiight.   The Boop and I did nothing but work for 2 years.  The same 2 years we lived together and got married.  We had 6 jobs between us.  In fact, our wedding was the most time we had actually spent together.  We knew each other, but we didn't KNOW each other.  Then, he moved, and I lived alone for the majority of our marriage. A lot of the time, I thought I had made a mistake.  I was doing fine, and having fun without him.  And, we agreed on nothing.  But, I got married.  You don't just walk away from a marriage.  So, I moved to Baltimore. 

FF to present day:   He is a pain in my fucking ass.  He eats constantly.  I'm over here couponing in the ghetto grocery store, and he just keeps eating.  He farts.  It's bad.  He smells like Arthur Kill landfill on a hot summer day.  He takes his socks off anywhere and everywhere.  I find them under the couch, in the couch, behind the front door, in the bed, next to the toilet.  He leaves his shavings in the sink, and lets his nails fly wherever they desire when he clips them.  Do you know how much stepping on a rogue nail clipping hurts?  Its right up there with a lego.   And don't even get me started with how the man sleeps.  I haven't had a single night of uninterrupted sleep since we moved in together.    

And with all of that, I miss him.  I'm sitting here, eating breakfast, and I miss him.  He is, was, and always will be my best friend.  He makes me laugh like crazy.  He scratches my back til I fall asleep. He cooks for me (chicken parm, always.  It's the only thing he can do). He does all the laundry.  He has no qualms about picking up tampons at the grocery store, and doesn't freak out if I leave on in the toilet (don't pretend like you've never done that).   He could care less if I shave my legs or not, and doesn't care what kind of underwear I'm rocking.  He's my best friend, and I think I might just love him.