I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today but I don't mean that figuratively. The scorching heat of the sun had left me no choice but to sleep with doors wide open and I don't want any unsuspecting person to see me while I am sleeping. So I place my head where my feet is supposed to be. It's my apartment and I am going to sleep in any way I want, not that it concerns you but I just want to say sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed literally and I don't see anything wrong with it. Wow you must be saying I am a guy with issues but I don't mind.
I long for the day when I can move in again to my own apartment. It seemed that marriage did not suit me well. I become broke taking care of my lazy husband and I am unable to save for a mortgage. I am technically a married backpacker. I am tired of this kind of life. I want a small place I can call my own just like the old days. I have always valued my privacy and its one of the things I have given up eversince I got married.