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They say your 20s are suppose to be the best years of your life. A time to be selfish, to have fun, and to explore the world around you. They also say your 20s are when life gets real. Kiss the world where $100 felt rich, goodbye.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined my wedding over a million times. What song I’d walk in on, who’d my bridesmaids be, and how lit the reception would be afterwards. But never once did I consider who I would marry; that part of the dream just never felt real.

It had been years since my ex and I officially broke up, but I still couldn’t shake the aftermath of our relationship. Did I miss him? Not a chance. I’d rather shovel snow with a dustpan than go back to him. It’s just. . .I was still carrying around the most brutal parts of our relationship on my back.

My foundation in the church, both good and bad, has contributed to the person I am today. I was taught the basic fundamentals: listen to your parents, do the right thing, and homosexuality is wrong. I’d later realize the church were the wrong ones.

There’s a thin line between compromising too much and not compromising enough – a line that I hadn’t found too apparent recently. Not compromising enough was never my issue. It was the years of bending upside down and around in my last relationship that was my downfall. Even still, it was really hard to draw that line years after.

I like to argue. To be honest, I’m pretty good at it. Something about peeling back an argument’s sleeve until its core is exposed gets me super hyped. What I’m not good at: saying “no”.

Here we go again — the talking stage. It’s a stage that has crept its way into the blurred lines of 21st century dating, and honestly, it’s getting old. While it’s often characterized as a stage men create and women hate, it’s safe to say everyone has become stomped by complications of this stage.