Well I did it folks, I cut my hair. I love it, it's in a cute bob kind of... it goes to my ears, I can still tuck it behind my ears. T HATES it... when we met my hair was very long, and through the years it just keeps getting shorter and shorter. Two pregancies and two kids later... taking the meds I do now for my diabetes seems to make my hair very frizzy. I've had the same basic due for 20 years, and it was tired and gross. T was very clear that he did NOT want me to cut it from the very beginning, (beginning of marriage) but I have to feel good about myself, and I didn't. I have a friend who used to cut hair for 20 plus years and she offered to help me with a new look. I stewed over it for months, I researched what looks I liked and what would look good on my head with what I have the work with... I didn't take it lighty. I knew it would piss off T and I was right, that's why I waited until after his birthday, I didn't want to cause conflict on his 30th b-day. I feel bad that he is mad, I didn't do it to defy him, I did it for me. I just need to get him to understand that I needed a change, I need to feel good about myself. I feel like I'm hiding from him... we don't fight much, and I started this one. I'm not sorry I cut it, I just wish we could all be happy.
I'm such a baby, I know everyone else has bigger problems than me.
I've been so blessed, but now I have cute hair.
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