I owe you an apology.
I know what you’ve come to expect from me. I know what you come here to read. And I know that I’ve, most likely, let you down.
You come here for the scandals. You come here for rants, riots, and other horrible abuses of free speech. You come here for sexual escapades, of tantrums, of things that I’ll later consider retracting. And I’ve not been giving you any of those. All you’ve read about lately is my exhaustion, Delle’s pregnancy, and the mundane ramblings of my daily life.
Part of me wishes I had a scandal to bring you. I wish I had a well-hidden rant just laying in wait for the next publication. Unfortunately.. I don’t.
It’s kind of a nice change.
Our house is a happy home. We have our own lives that come together on a nightly basis. It’s exactly what I imagined a marriage being. Things are remarkably good, and I can’t wait to see what lies ahead.
We both mentioned that last night, and said that after living on edge for almost two years, it took awhile to relax. But now..
You do, indeed, have my deepest apologies, readers. I’ll try my damndest to come up with something worth reading in the next week.