Club Monaco leather jacket, Zara tank, Gap jeans, Sam Edelman heels, Chanel bag, Ray-Ban sunglasses
When I first got married, a little over two years ago, I hated it. Marriage-not to be mistaken with being engaged-which I loved, was something that I was definitely not used to. To preface this, these feelings had nothing to do with the guy (he's great), but all to do with being newly "married". There's something about being married that makes you instantly go from a young hopeful girl with a beautiful ring and a brand new life ahead of her, to an old hag. Like you and your mom and your grandmother are all the same now--married to men that you can now pick your nose in front of. In those early months, it was not uncommon to hear me scream randomly "I'm fenced in! I'm fenced in!!" to my "fence" during dinner in our jammies. But, my oh my, has my mind changed, because I realized that marriage is basically a contract of acceptance and sacrifice that really benefits me FOREVER. For example, my feet get really really cold. Unnaturally cold. So cold, that I have self-diagnosed myself with Reynaud's Disease, which is basically just really cold feet disease. There's only one cure, and that is to stick my feet between my husband's calves at night, and he has to do it "because we're married." Or him having to always go down to pick up the food delivery since I can't be bothered while I'm in my men's robe watching Dance Moms "because we're married." Or ordering the beet salad "just to try" because, it might be good, but then discovering it wasn't good and then switching with him for his steak entree "because we're married." It turns out, I love being fenced in. Marriage doesn't trap you; it gives you options. I mean, where am I going anyways in my men's robe and Reynaud's Disease?
Vita Fede and Hermes bracelets, Cartier, Vita Fede and Melinda Maria rings, Michele watches
