I Can’t Help Myself

There’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to hold back my smart ass! Adam loves it, though. We’ve been “picking on each other”, this afternoon. That’s the thing, though. He knows I’m goofy. He loves my silly. There’s a difference between being disrespectful, and playing around. As long as we’re both playing the same game, it’s fine. Adam isn’t trying to change the parts of me that make him laugh. He isn’t a bully. We’re just silly. Most days are like this. Most days, we’re just giving each other hell, because it’s funny. He’s not always so “serious”. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was. I know my husband. He’s playing with me. It’s fun, the way we keep each other on our toes.

He’s definitely not putting up with “disrespect”, these days. That does not mean that I can’t be the same me that he fell in love with. I’m a smart ass. He loves it, and he’s just teasing me right back.