before i met omer i never ate breakfast. i dont know why, maybe the sudden awkeing by my alarm clock made me feel sick, or the stress from worries at home. now i eat breakfast with my husband every morning. its amazing how this tiny meal stops u snacking thru the day. which basicly means that my mother was right in saying so.
i am finding it easyer to be neat, clean and tidy, and keep the curtains open in the day time, to get rid of the mold, than before, perhaps beacuse someone else is in my space or maybe i am growing up.
growing up is as not scary now, as it used to be.
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