When my sister-in-law had to move in with us after years of insulting everything I owned, I knew karma was about to serve her a lesson. What she did to my skincare routine crossed every line, but what happened to her face the next morning? I can never forget that.
I’ve never been the type of woman who gets satisfaction from tearing other people down. You know those women who seem to feed off making others feel small? That’s never been me.
I’m what my friends call a “girl’s girl.” The kind who believes in lifting each other up instead of knocking each other down.
When one of my friends is having a bad day, I’m the one showing up with chocolate and telling her to fix her crown, not gossiping about her problems behind her back.
I genuinely believe in sisterhood. Life is hard enough without women making it harder for each other.
That’s actually what drew me to my husband, Arnold, in the first place. He’s cut from the same cloth. He’s the kind of man who builds people up instead of tearing them down.
When we met two years ago, I was immediately attracted to his kindness and the way he spoke about everyone in his life with genuine respect.
We got married a year ago, and honestly, life has been pretty wonderful. Arnold and I wanted to build something beautiful together. We were that couple our friends actually enjoyed being around because we weren’t constantly bickering or competing with each other.
