I think Imo took the new trick of *lightly* dusting a TINY leftover blush on your nose for it to look like you’ve caught the sun, naturally.
I’m calling it now, within 2 years they’ll split and her insta and youtube will be based on her being a single mum.
Those who go on massive love sprees, posts on social media, constantly with each other, as weird as them two NEVER last because eventually they’ll merge into one and one of them will become resentful that they lost themselves (my guess is that it will be Spencer).
I’ve been with my now husband since we were 15, we’ve been through 11 miscarriages, death of my parents, my depression and anxiety, and we are still standing strong. We never post about our relationship on social media, we have separate nights out with the girls or him with the men. We speak to each other like adults not in a sickly baby voice calling each other baby princess and all the other sickly sweet fake bollocks.
Our love is real and genuine and to me the best (like Imogen and Spenny think theirs is) because I know how he treats me and makes me feel behind closed doors, there is no fake persona, no bragging, no passive aggressiveness (Imo!) I could tell the whole world that my husband will tickle my back at night or buy me flowers randomly but why would I? Who cares other than me and him? I could also tell the world how we annoy the fuck out of each other sometimes and how I want to punch his lights out when he farts in bed because he stinks but I wouldn’t because again, what’s the point, who the fuck cares? This baby will come as a massive shock to both of them. They have an expectation that everything is perfect, everything will always be perfect between them. It isn’t and it will never be because nothing is perfect.
