So Miss J is drunk and she begins to ask me how I feal about getting married. I'm not drunk and choose to ignore the nagging and sip my beer. She doesn't stop with just a simple question though she moves on to correct her self and straight up tell me she wants to marry me. I've never asked, I have never brought it up aside from telling her that I won't live with anybody unless we're hitched. (I made this mistake once) I tell her I don't think I can make a choice like that yet. Now that it's out there I suddenly am faced with being a typical schmuck of a male who at this point would rather just ride out the relationship until it doesn't work anymore or it explodes in a bad way. The dread aproaching will include her repeatedly telling me all the things she would do for me if she had to and me turning numb to the declaration. I wish it wasn't as clear as it seems. My stomach is forming an ulcer. Maybe I'll go puke.
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