it takes two to tango,

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It takes two to tango,
it definitely takes two to do a marriage.

How is that a hard concept to figure out?

When two decides on a marriage, they need to prepare head on with all the challenges or misery that might come in the way. Initiating the thought of getting married is super easy, deciding is easier than we thought, but executing it, oh boy. Prepare yourself well.

Deciding is easy because that person might have been there at the right time, and seems like the right person at the moment. And then when it's official and everyone is talking about it you finally start realizing, shit. It's on. That is when you start getting thoughts like; Will I really spend forever with this person? Can I really stand this person throughout his annoying traits? Would I really be happy? 
It's like a broken cassette that keeps playing over and over again in your head that one day, you just have to go to the cassette and be firm enough to take it out from the player, or you can completely ignore the cassette and buy a new one instead. 

So that's what I did. Took the cassette out and tell myself that no matter what will happen in the future, we will figure it out together, and get through it together. Because if you want to be happy, you have to create the happiness on your own right? Well, wrong. Like I said early on, it takes two to tango, it definitely takes two to do a marriage. If you're the only person who took the cassette out but him, on the other hand, is thinking on buying on a new one, well that my friend, might be a red flag. 


Talk it out.
Ultimatums.
Pretend it never happens.
Take some time off.


Whatever it is, i'm deciding on my own happiness.
And if you're not including me in that thought of yours, don't tango with me.

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