Remmy when you played Plants vs. Zombies there would be a part where you would be informed that you were about to reach a final wave of monsters? Your adrenaline rush shoots the roof, you wouldn't know what to shoot first, and you're torn whether you'd fight for your lawn or just die.
Thing is, I've been there. Only not the final, but just the second wave.
The past few weeks haven't been kind, as a matter of fact.With the Woman Hitler breathing fire down my throat and her Gnome Apprentice sending me hate texts, life for me and Walter was pathetic. I've heard accusations here and there, stories here and there, and lies - here and there. Tiring. Sick. Just another way to wreck such a wonderful union.
On the bright side, amidst the numerous arguments and the gazillion adjustments, we're on our way to making things work out - not just for myself, not just for himself, but for both of us. Never have I seen such dedication from a man so naive from life's meanies. And I just love him for that.
Eventually, we'll permanently move out. He loves his job very much, and so do I. We'll be tried and tested for as long as these people will continue to take the fun out of it, but that doesn't mean it would change us enough to leave each other hanging. For we know that God will be at our side, as long as we believe and as long as we stay strong. :)
