I am so ready to come home. I'm trying to be nice and relax and not be so picky but he's so little, down-south talkin, ugly, teeth missing, and walking around belching. I'm pretending like I have heat exaustion from the trailor pool just so we don't have to go no where in public. I feel bad cause he keeps sayin "girl, now what's wrong with ya?"...and I can't even look at him and respond cause he only stands tall as my shoulders and he looks like a little roach. He eats like a run-away slave and he only owns 2 pair of boxers. Which by the way he hand washes each night and hangs out back of the trailor. Why me? That will teach me about blind dates!
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