My Wife.
Emma started classes at my studio on the 1st of April 2008. We were ‘married’ by the 14th of June. What started off as a simple way of ending a limp and lifeless relationship of hers via Facebook, has since blossomed into a beautiful relationship of our own.
She knows pretty much everything there is to know about me now. And I am pretty sure I know everything there is to know about her too. When we first met, we were two completely different people, like chalk and cheese. However, sharing a love for drinking and dancing, an instant bond was made! And after spending far too much time together for it to be socially acceptable, we quickly found that we had “different personalities, but similar performance style”.
Although a year really doesn’t seem like a long time, we have been through an awful lot during that time. Some of which doesn’t even deserve to be written on here, and certainly never will be. But we both know… And much like I do for her, for every time she’s stood by me, she means that little bit more to me. If that’s even possible.
The Wife knew me with ‘him’ and now knows me without. Since the Break Up, I can quite happily admit that I have thought about myself pretty much all the time. Making sure my free time is occupied with someone’s texts, Facebook message, or going out and getting drunk regardless of people’s feeling about the things I do and say to them while intoxicated. Being a selfish and self-centred bitch, although it does have its up-side, will only inevitably lead to one thing, and I would never want that to happen. Time with my Wife, even though it’s not sexual (well… not really…), is much preferred over time with a man/boy for me.
Some people don’t understand us. Don’t see how we’re not lesbians or at the very least both clinically insane! But we let them think what they want… Our time since we met has been filled with so many nights out that I can’t even count them, a lorry load of fake tan, a complete overload of sleepovers, a million and a half books, and
a full catalogue of spooning techniques. We’ve watched at least 100 films, drank 1000 drinks, double-pulled 3 boys, and booked a Mexican Mayhem Tour. And if i had to go back… I’d do it all again, and I wouldn’t do it any differently.
Prepare for a true gay-fest
statement now, but… Even though I’m changing a lot, which will hopefully eventually be for the better and not end up with me being pregnant and disease ridden by 24, I know that we’ll still be Wifeys in the years to come. A truly unbreakable friendship. No matter what shit life puts us through.
Wife…. I cannot wait to see your Otter. Oh and Wife… Nice tits.
xXx
