Why is #RelationshipGoals a Thing?

According to Urban Dictionary, “Relationship Goals” is defined as follows…

  1. “When two people are in a relationship and girls envy them, usually a celebrity couple or popular couple in high school”
  2. “A couple who are the best couple out there. They are the power couple. Everyone wants to be like them”
  3. “The most F’ed up way of saying “I want a relationship like theirs.””

At first, using the hashtag was pretty cute and sweet. It showed an admiration for a couple. It was paired with realistic goals. The issue that I have with the hashtag now is that the images or expectations its used for. Expensive gifts like make up and designer outfits left out on a bed with a sign “Put this on, I’ll pick you up at 8”. Why are people, majority of them being females, so materialistic in relationships today? Today you are in for a treat as I rant about why #RelationshipGoals is probably the worst hashtag to hit twitter today.

To start this blog, I began by google image searching relationship goals. These are some of the images I found on the first page of my google search. Let’s start with these.


Okay, this #RelationshipGoal isn’t too terrible, I must say. This is one of the few I found in my search that was actually for the guy in the relationship. Most of the images you find online are from the guy in the relationship for the girl. This seems to be just a fun way to welcome your man home from work, not much money spent, not really materialistic, just having a Nerf gun war over who makes dinner.

This is #RelationshipGoal what I have an issue with. While it is sweet for your man to go out and pick you a nice outfit and take you out to dinner, the chances of it actually happening? Very little. It’s causing girls to want their man to do this, which sets the expectations really high just to be (most likely) let down.

images-2#RelationshipGoal right? Every girl wants their man to buy them something in that little blue box from Tiffany & Co. Here’s the problem, it’s crazy expensive! Especially in today’s economy there isn’t much extra money hanging around to surprise your girl with a $300 necklace, or ring, or brand new car (as shown in the next photo)


Sure being successful in life is something everyone wants. The thing that bothers me is just how materialistic people are. Money doesn’t buy happiness in a relationship. Material objects don’t make you fall in love, or stay in love. You don’t need to have fancy expensive cars to be a successful couple. To be a successful couple all you need to do is love and cherish each other.


I know that this #RelationshipGoal is usually more directed towards the ladies. However, LADIES. You don’t need long lovey text messages from your man that tell you how he feels about you. You should already know his feelings towards you just by the way he looks at you or talks to you in person. A text message is basically meaningless if he doesn’t say or do it in person to prove it to you, anyone can say something over a text, it takes more to say it in person face to face.

text 1Alright, now this one just seems ridiculous to me. The chances of this exact conversation happening is extremely slim. Not to mention, just plan scripted and awkward? Anyone else feel that way?

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Here’s something that we definitely need to talk about. Calling your man “Daddy” has been a trend lately. A trend that I for one think is so disturbing and disgusting. And as the above picture shows, dangerous. There are a million other pet names to call your man, please find one that’s different than the person who helped create you.

The bottom line I’m trying to get across is that you shouldn’t expect these unrealistic situations to happen in your relationship. Guys can’t read your mind. The only #RelationshipGoals you should have are being in a relationship that makes you happy and being with someone who makes you into a better person. Sure you can be successful in life while being happy but that’s a life goal, not a #RelationshipGoal.


C & C · Relationships · Uncategorized

Head over heels

As you guys have read about before (last month), my boyfriend and I have been dating for six months (today!). I wrote a blog last month about our relationship and our viewers seemed to love it, so I decided I’m now going to do monthly anniversary posts about relationships, specifically mine.

Two weekends ago, my boyfriend and I spent the day at an amusement park. The day started with myself getting home from work at twelve-thirty, in the morning. C was picking me up that same morning at seven thirty. With that being said, I woke up at six-thirty, only getting about five hours of sleep, to get ready and pack for the day. I showered, got dressed, packed a change of clothes, bathing suit and loaded up a cooler with snacks and drinks. I was all packed up and ready only to find out he meant to say he was going to be leaving his house at seven-thirty, which meant he was not getting to my house until around eight-thirty. Regardless of the extra hour I could have slept, I waited for him to get to my house. I was excited for the day but also nervous. If you guys don’t know already, I am not a huge fan of rollercoasters or rides that go upside down or anything of that sort. My favorite type of amusement park rides are the spinning ones.

Exactly on time, C pulled into my driveway, we packed up all of my things into his car and set off. He drove us all the way back to his house, only to find out that his family wasn’t ready yet. For an hour, we just hung around his house. We found a lost dog on his street, found the owner and got him back home safely. We cuddled up in his bedroom for a short time. We played with his dog and younger siblings. Finally, everyone was packed and ready. C and I got into his car, his family got into theirs and we were off, at last.

The drive to the amusement park was two and a half hours long. Which means that for two hours, driving through two other states, C and I got to talk and sing to the songs that came on the radio. You’d think that you’d kind of run out of things to talk about or have some type of awkward silence after a while. But with us, that never really happens. I was kind of nervous for this car ride because typically during long rides I tend to get a little car sick after a while. Fortunately, that day wasn’t the day.

After a two hour ride, we pulled into the amusement park parking lot. We made sure that we had everything we needed and walked inside. The first ride we went on were the swings. Next, a smaller wooden roller coaster. Roller coasters aren’t my cup of tea, but C loves them. I wanted to make him happy and proud by going on some of the rides that didn’t scare me so much. This little wooden ride was awful. It made me realize why I don’t love roller coasters again. Wayyyy too bumpy. I decided to give the bigger wooden roller coaster a shot. My god, you should have seen my face on the picture it takes. Pure terror. We followed the roller coaster up with a spinning ride. Which for the first time ever, made me feel sick to my stomach, probably because we sat in a seat that only went backwards. Or maybe it was dehydration in the ninety degree weather. Or because I was hungry. Needless to say, after that we needed a break and definitely needed to cool down from the heat.

We gathered our bathing suits, towels, flip-flops, applied sunscreen and made our way to the water slide part of the amusement park. This place was beyond crowded. All we wanted was a quick dip in the pool, but everything had lines that were never ending. After talking, we decided the lazy river was the best choice. We waited in line, floated around once when they made us get out. But we snuck our way past the lifeguards without them noticing. I made the choice to face my fear of waterslides and tackle it with him. I actually really enjoyed it at the end. After that, we adventured our way into the kiddie pool, with a little spot where all the adults were cooling down. We sat here talking for a while until our entire bodies were waterlogged. We then made our way to get our things. But got caught up in how warm the lake water was. We passed more time in the lake, just talking again. I think that this time at the water park was my favorite part of the day.

After that is when the trip got a little complicated. As I said before, I am terrified of roller coasters and upside down rides. But my boyfriend absolutely loves them. He really wanted me to go with him on the scary rides, but I couldn’t bring myself to do them. Not going on the rides ended up making C really upset, and slightly mad. Only because he just wants me to try the things I’ve never done before I decide that I don’t like them. Someday I hope that I’ll finally face my fears of roller coasters, but this day was not the day. Baby steps. While he went on the scary rides, I got to spend some time talking with his mother, little sister and little brother. I also finally had something to eat.

We ended off the day at the amusement park (well now it was night time) with a ride on the ferris wheel. We took a cheesy ferris wheel kissing picture. Bought some fried dough and fried oreos (we definitely should’ve just picked one to the other) and headed out the the parking lot for another two hour ride home. Again, the ride wasn’t awkward at any point, we talked, we laughed, we sang and danced to the radio. He started to get really tired and almost dozed off wile driving. It was then when I decided I wasn’t going to let him drive back home to his house, he was sleeping over.

We finally arrived safe and sound at my house. He got out of the car and laid on the grass. Literally that was how tired he was. I had to go over and walk him into the house as if he was drunk. He claims to not remember anything after this. However, these are the moments I wanted to talk about in this blog the most.

I walked  him inside, made the bed he was sleeping in, tucked him into the blankets and kissed him goodnight. Of course, he asked me to stay and cuddle but I knew that I couldn’t. I went into my room and changed into my pajamas. I ended up going back into the guest room where he was to attempt to plug in his phone. Instead he ended up convincing me to stay and cuddle for a while, so I did. There we were cuddled up in bed, with a cozy blanket, kissing each other delicately.

And in this moment, I realized that I am head over heels in love with him. In this moment, I saw how I want to spend the rest of my life. With him. 

After a few minutes, I made my way back to my room. I sat there thinking how thankful and lucky I am to have him. I thought about how wonderful of a boyfriend he is to me. I thought about the possibility of a future with him. After thinking about all these things, I started to cry, tears of happiness of course.

Because that is when it all hit me.

In this moment, I realized that I am head over heels in love with him. 

In this moment, I saw how I want to spend the rest of my life.

With him.