I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.
I wish every single girl would believe this! If I had believed it, waiting for my amazing husband would have been easier! He loves me for who I am, and I have never had to even ask for it:) Wouldn't it suck to have a life based on an ultimatum ?