3 years. Ouch.

Wow, I'm stunned that it's been 3 years. So much has happened and I can't decide if I should've blogged about it or not.

Marriage.


Starting to understand everyone that talked about it. I kept thinking what are they talking about? It's a relationship, what's difficult about it? I kept trying to read between the lines but you are literally with someone everyday. Things get difficult. You bump heads. You share space. Space that you might not want to share that day.

Living with someone is ((point blank)) not easy. But now let's add a piece of paper to it. It's legally binding you to someone else. so whatever this person does, affects you. So if they decide to buy a large item, that's something that affects you. if they decide to make plans without your knowledge, whoooops! Affects you.

I started having this realization real quick after the day of our wedding.

Opening the cards from friends and family, everyone put Mr. And Mrs.


Well, i haven't changed my name. Still. It's already 6 months later and I still haven't changed my name. When did this name change start to happen? I don't understand it. I was born with a name, why do I now have to change it? If I'm not mistaken my family is just as important, if not more. No? The husband needs permission. I need to say yes. I have to say I do. I have to do everything. Why is my name the one that changes?

Many questions to this whole marriage thing.

It's interesting how customs form as well.


Tonight's menu.



Khoresht karafs


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Tata for now.


Angela