The insecurities of a 20-years-old Woman: Boyfriend

Hi crazies.

This is day 7 of this crazy little journey that I am putting myself through. If you want to check of day 6 it is here:

This is a self-discovery path for me that I decided to share with the world because:

  1. This way I am kind of forced to do it.
  2. I know that 20-years-old women are insecure and maybe they will want some company on their own journeys to adult-life.

Enjoy, laugh and stay strong.

I always thought that at the age of 20 I would have a lovely romantic boyfriend. And I do.

The thing is, my super romantic soulmate is also a mega child.

I never dreamed about being a mum to my 19-old boyfriend while being a University student.

But I am, an intense (and good, actually) mom.

Shower times are always fun. Fill up the tub, tell him to go take a shower, wait 10 minutes and go back to telling him to go take a shower.

Probably making him upset because I am “too fast” and have to deal with a kind of moody- teenager/suppose grow man.

Fun, Fun times.

Oh, and I cannot forget to shout to the bathroom door that he needs to wash his whole head (he has this weird habit of washing just the top of his head) and use shower gel in the rest of the body.

Our roommates think marvellous things of us, I am sure.

Obviously, there is also good things from his behaviour. He can fix his clothes, if I ask him, and put them in the nearer corner. You see, at least is not in the middle of the room floor.

When it comes to food it is really easy to feed him. Oreos and Pepsi are the only 2 ingredients needed.

There was this one time where he fuelled himself, for a whole day, with 4 Oreos and a bottle of Pepsi. Did it work? Did he die? No, although when I get home (tired of a full-on day of classes) he told me that he was hungry. And then proceeded to wait for actual food to arrive at his mouth.

Our cat, Tinky, loves him. The other day I needed some food for the cat, I couldn’t get it (because classes) so I asked him if he could get it for me. He couldn’t. His response was that he wanted to go shopping with me. The cat would probably die in the meantime. Don’t get me wrong, he loves Tinky too. I caught them playing in the top of the fridge, with him giving her chocolate.

These kids can never be left alone.

Anyway, things go smoothly when he figures it out that he is actually an adult being. That’s 30 per cent of the time we spend together. So, 30 per cent of our time I am only a normal girl. Which is nice but it doesn’t compare to the thrill of being a mum!

Hi crazy, yes I am talking to you! I wanted to ask you something, if you liked this article can you share it on your social media? It seems like almost nothing but it helps me a lot!

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