A few months ago, I wrote about how I thought it would be a bad idea to ever ask for a massage.
I mean, what else can you do with a massage if you’re not even sure you want to?
I have to admit, I had a bad night.
I’m not going to lie, the next day I got a call from a friend who told me that I had the most beautiful lady in the world.
I could barely get into the shower, and my wife had to ask me to come get her and go over to her house.
But when I woke up the next morning and asked if it was okay to ask for my massage, I got the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.
I’m not even talking about the most incredible woman I’ve ever seen in my life, or the most amazing massage I’d seen anywhere.
The woman I’m talking about is not my wife.
The woman I love, the person I adore, the girl who makes me laugh, the woman who makes my life better.
For most of my life I’ve struggled with the concept of asking for a physical massage, but the fact that I’m a married woman in the United States, and a woman who has been diagnosed with breast cancer, has made me realize that I don’t have to go through this shit.
What I’m doing is empowering women like me, who have a physical disease, who want to feel good about themselves, to do this for their health and for their partners.
And I’m thankful to have my wife around to guide me in this process.
She knows exactly what I’m going through, and I’m grateful for her help and her wisdom and her understanding and her strength.
Now, let me tell you a little story.
My wife and I got married a year ago.
We have two kids together.
I am the first to say that she’s the one who makes all the big decisions for us, but she’s also the one I call the boss.
When we met, I was the one to start with, but we’re both extremely ambitious people, and we always knew we were going to be together for a long time.
So we started dating, and it was going really well.
She was really into me, and wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.
One day, I walked into the kitchen and there she was.
“You know what?”
“It’s okay to be honest.
I just don’t know how I’m feeling right now.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said.
Well, I wasn’t really feeling good.
We started dating again and I kept telling myself that I was fine, that I didn’t have any problems.
Then she started showing me some of her pictures of her kids, and the more she talked about them, the more I started to see why I was worried.
As she was talking about them to me, I started getting emotional.
In those photos, her little girls were all wearing little dresses, and her little boy was holding a sign that said, “Mommy loves me.”
I started crying.
At first, I felt embarrassed, and so embarrassed that I said something like, “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed by that picture.”
Then I said, “But I can see why you’re upset.”
And she said, ‘That’s okay.
We’re still in love.'”
I didn’t know what to do.
This is the part where I’m sure you’re thinking, What the fuck am I saying?
The truth is, I didn.
I thought I was a broken person.
I had no control over anything in my own life.
If she was my boss, I should have been told the same thing.
It wasn’t until I talked to her a couple of weeks ago that I realized that she was the reason I was in such pain.
We talked about how important it was for us to be able to say our vows, and how we needed to make the decision together.
After all, she’s my boss.
She has my best interests at heart.
However, it wasn’t just about the ceremony.
During that conversation, I realized just how much I had to give up to get this girl.
How I was going to take care of our kids, the bills, and pay for everything.
Her life depended on it.
All of this was in addition to the fact she’s a cancer survivor and I’ve had a pretty bad relationship with her.
Of course, my marriage has been tough.
I’ve been in it for seven years, and everything we do is so hard, and she’s never been able to take a break.
Every day, it felt like my wife was going back to work.
Even though we love each other, she needs to get a job to support