Gosh, give me "broing" any day if it means that I'll be treated with love and respect!!

 

When I was younger I loved the" bad boys".  Excitement, drama, I loved to be in the thick of it. 

 

Then I started getting a bit more mature, and realized there's more to life than parties.  Like.....kids and responsibility....someone HAS to take out the trash every day. 

 

If boring is not your cup of tea, i'd suggest not having children.  You see, they need consistancy and a BEDTIME! 

 

Life with my ex was not boring, fo rsure.  It was filled with drama and chaos, and he acted like he hated me when all I wanted was HELP with the responsibilities of having a marriage and child.    I wanted to feel secure and safe and have the bills paid.  And someone had to stay at home with the baby, and guess who got to do that?  ME. 

 

I remember going out to party one night, and taking our son with.  It's the only way I was able to leave the house.  We were going home at 4 AM with a freshly waken baby, wide eyed.  I remember feeling shame.  This is not the kind of mother I wanted to be.  And I felt like there were no good choices.

 

A few years later, I found recovery.  And lots of choices.  Like losing the loser.  I got myself a "boring" guy now.  Life is good.  He goes to work every day, pays the bills and takes out the trash.  No highs, no lows, just good steady boring.  And I am loved, and I KNOW it.  This is better than exciting.  This is something I can live with easily for the rest of my life.