My honeymoon might kill me before I even get to attempt to book it. When you are poor you have no idea where to spend the money you do not have. The every night researching is causing more stress and anxiety than my wedding day. It has been several days since we have actually relaxed and zoned out. Sometimes the internet is like heroin without the added benefit of a high.
Should we go to Mexico to an adults-only resort and nestle in a suite with non-stop alcoholic beverages and no worries about our next meal or should we ditch the resort shit and go for the adventure in St. John and rent an intimate villa without the luxury, but with the multiple beach exploration? Lazy and ten pound weight gain, or adventurous and a liver?
All I know is that I want to have a great time. I want to further my risk for skin cancer and I want to honeymoon it with my new husband. I have been made fun of my desire to honeymoon it. Yes, we have been “dating” forever and living together for more than half of forever. We’ve established our lives together long enough to find expired medications and cleaning products in our apartment. However, I have not been a wife yet and have never had a husband before so yeah, I want to stay in a suite on our wedding night and not fall asleep or pass out and then I want to be romantic for a week.
Weight gain or liver? Looks like another night of heroin and then I might need to check into rehab. Yes, another vacation...
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