It's 1:40 am as I type this. Lately, I've been pondering about our future. A couple of days ago was our 8th year anniversary. Yay right?
I've always wanted to get married and have kids. I denied it when I was in my mid 20s but deep inside me I always knew. It's painful for me to say it but I don't think we'll ever have kids. I don't even think he wants to marry me. We had the discussion but it was always me who initiates it and all throughout, he was very uncomfortable. I'm a sensitive person and I don't want to be but it's just me.
Eight years ago, he told me he would marry me in 3 years. I laughed at the idea because I never thought we would last this long. Now I think about and wonder why we're still not married.
I'm tired of waiting but I don't know what to do next.
