Be patient with me.
Trust me, this one’s key. I’m kind of crazy sometimes; I talk a mile a minute, and a lot of the time I react to things as though I’m an eight year old hyped up on leftover halloween candy. Please realize that this is just because I have passion for the whole world around me, and find a way to love my rambling instead of controlling it.
Support me.
I have no ambitions of being a trophy wife, no matter how much fun it sounds sometimes. I have dreams, goals, and ambitions as big as the sky. Please take the time to listen to them and hold my hand through both my successes and my failures.
Reassure me that my worries aren’t real.
Chances are good that I’m going to ask you some weird stuff, that might even make you question my sanity. I’m not asking you indulge in all of my crazy questions, but once in a while throw me a bone.
If I ask you if you’d still love me if I gained 350 pounds, promise me that you would. And then buy me a gym membership.