MEXIRICAN DREAMS

I live with my boyfriend. I know. THE SHAME. Living in sin. One would think we would be having sex or making out like crazy but nah. I sleep before he does and we don't share blankets because he steals them in the middle of the night. He has to have a small radio on to block out my snoring. He is in charge of trash and doing the laundry. I am in charge of cooking on days that we are both home and making more of a mess than him.

I want to know when did I become the domestic biatch? I never strived for the suburban lifestyle but here I am. I strived for booze, bars, bar boys, and bad ass stories. Now, I'm deligently working on my masters degree in Kinesiology(study of moving your ass!). I make dinner in under 30 minutes. I get him something to drink. The boy before my man wanted me to do this but I laughed and sneered at him to grow up. So what is the difference.I guess respect. for each other. We are so lame together. We haven't gone out in months since we both started our coaching gigs and come home exhausted each day. When May hits, we may see each other in a new light-besides our buddy status. Maybe we will have more intense sessions. Just like the people upstairs!