i'm much better at taking care of myself than being a good wife. let's face it, i love me! i'm pretty close to nearly always right so things should be done my way. and when someone (usually my husband) does it differently and it fails, i will remind said person of their error. the one flaw to this selfish life is that i need people. i need my husband to be around. i need friends who will talk about real life. i need my family who love me even though i'm a brat. so there is this constant tension of wanting to let people into this warped life and pushing them away so that i can have my way. most times the island wins, but very rarely a glimmer of hope shines out onto the people around me. more and more of others, less of me.
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