I kept telling my husband that I didn’t care about camping, and when my associate and I were dating, he used to always ask me to go camping with him when he went with his family or friends.
I always hated camping; My parents would drag us to the campground multiple times during the summer, you slept on the ground in a sleeping bag.
It was always cold and damp, and when it rained, it was ten times worse, and not even the tent could keep you from getting cold and wet. When I got old enough to stay property alone, mom and dad left me stay home. I hadn’t been camping since that afternoon and did not need to go camping. I had a bathtub, excellent Heating and Air Conditioning, and walls to keep out the damp and cold. I enjoyed camping if it was in a hotel room with a panoramic view of the area, then, last year, my husband told me he was insisting I go camping with him and the youngsters. I told him no, despite the fact that he handed me a blindfold. When he disconnected the blindfold, I was resting in from of a portable tiny home, however he told me it wasn’t entirely big, despite the fact that he could pull it behind the truck. If it rained, the portable tiny property would work as a camper for all of us. If it was nice outside, he’d let the guys sleep in the tent, despite the fact that he and I would use the portable tiny property where my associate and I could take showers.and sleep in an actual bed. I realized what a hypocrite he was about camping when he said he was staying in the portable tiny property with me.