Imperfect Days And A Beautiful Life
My days used to be peaceful. There was no yelling, a little fighting ‘n arguments, and a lot of fun. I was never running late to anywhere. I had ample time to work, fulfil social commitments, and then relax too. My husband and I used to go out on impromptu dinners, impromptu social visits, and had people over at our place all the time. Planning a road trip was not worrisome. We used to watch all genres of movies and series without worrying about what time it was, or how long the movie is, or what language is used. Shopping was not an anxiety-inducing experience. My house mostly looked spic and span, decorated with lovingly bought decorative items, and dust was rarely seen anywhere. We used to complete reading the books that we started. We had flexibility and freedom when it came to choosing and cooking meals. Socialising was never embarrassment and guilt-ridden experience that it often is now. Going to the mall was not a panic inducing nightmarish event. All of this turned opposite whe