When you get married, you forget about just what you are agreeing to in all the excitement.
It’s all about dresses and loving each other in this fairytale life you imagine.
The day is amazing, the gifts are amazing, the party is amazing.
Five years later and you are sat with your marriage certificate looking for some fine print that states they must wash at least once a day.
I mean come on.
Not one person told me I would have to deal with all the smells he throws my way.
Am I meant to do it with a smile on my face?!
Can I tell him to open a window, or does the marriage thing mean I just have to cover my nose and power through?
There should be a clause or some clear guidelines in those vows.
Whether you married a nose picker or a finger sniffer, you just have to grin and bear it.
Thems the rules!
Stinky feet, sweaty pits and closed in farts. You just have to deal with it.
You have to sniff on through it, all the time still loving them.
So we do it, stink and all.
Because that’s what love is. Right?!