Wedding Woes

I love my husband, y'all

But we just had a conversation that was way too long about dinner tonight. 

Finally, I told him just to do whatever the hell he wanted to do for dinner, I didn't care, but I needed to go.

Sometimes I wonder how he lived in his own apartment and fed himself.  Then I remember a pretty messy apartment and lots of pizza and other fast food packaging or frozen dinners in the trash at said apartment and realize that he's spending too much time alone at the house and is reverting to bachelorhood somehow.
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