I’m not perfect. I admit to making mistakes. Sometimes small mistakes and sometimes big ones. Still, I am just a human.
I did not make a mistake when I promised him forever. Nor did I mess up when I took his name.
My marriage is the best thing to happen to me.
I know that my relationship with my husband is good because I made mistakes. I know what not good looks like and I know what it sounds like. Our marriage is not anything like the bad ones.
I admit to making mistakes. Loving and being loved is not one of them.
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