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Five Things I Need To Tell Prince Charming

One of my friends asked me what were the five things that I would want to discuss with my husband before I married him.  I usually just grumble at her something like, "Where the hell is he?" but, it being Christmas, I decided to humor her.
Five Things I Need To Tell and/or Discuss with Prince Charming

1.  This is a very important one, so pay attention:  I will not live in a shack and help you build our dream home.  I will only live in a shack if we can't afford something better.  But, if you have enough money to buy acreage, building materials, and the tools you will need (back hoes, cement mixers, etc.) to build the house; why not just buy a small little house with heat and a shower?  I am an absolute bitch when I'm dirty and cold and I don't think our marriage will hold up under the strain of it.  Besides, I don't know how I feel about this back ho business . . .

2.  Children.  How many and from where.  I'm not too picky, but if you say zero, we're going to have some issues.

3.  How you feel about marriage.  What does marriage mean to you?  What kind of commitment do you expect to make?  What would make you leave?

4.  I am a Christian. Do you have a problem with this?  I am going to talk to my children about God and take them to church.  My beliefs are important to me and I have to have the freedom to share my beliefs with my children and let them make the choice of what they want to believe.

5.  I absolutely refuse to give birth to a child unless I get to raise that child.  I am not going to go through labor just to hand my baby off to daycares and nannies.  I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not for me. I'm very old fashioned in some ways and some part of me would love nothing more than to be a homemaker.

I always feel embarrassed about #5 and I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with money.

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