Anonymous Hubby and I got engaged in Las Vegas about 5 1/2 years ago. Not by choice, well by choice but more because I found the ring box during our trip and dramatically lost my shit when it was clear he wasn't going to propose while we were there (Me, dramatic? This is already a story that's completely not believable, right?). Unbeknownst to me he had decided to wait until New Year's to propose, so he had packed the ring box back up in our bag. But that's a story for another day.
His sister had always had the type of hair that other girls were jealous of. Long, strong blonde strands that gave just the right amount of natural wave and curl, but Sam was always covering them up with a ball cap or tossing her hair up in a messy bun. He guessed many would describe her as low maintenance in that way.
Rebecca was annoyed with herself. She knew she was being insufferable and yet she couldn't shake her bitch mode. Chad didn't deserve it. She knew that.
Rebecca had a habit of projecting; well internalizing which turned into projecting. She didn't know why Chad continued to put up with it. Probably because they had known each other since junior high. She wasn't always like this. She knew he knew that. It still didn't make it fair.
The #chadandbecky unnamed story. How it all begin.
In case you fine folks missed it, it started with this post....
The rest of the day was rather uneventful. In fact, Amanda would have no other street traffic pop in, for even a quick trim. At this rate, she knew she was on track to be swallowed up by the lease debt if clientele didn't improve. And then what? It's not like she had a plan, not that she ever really did to begin with. Amanda fancied herself somewhat of a free-spirit. Plans would only tie her down.
Her mind drifted to Chad.