And would you wipe her butt if she became really sick?”
“Wait, what kind of question is that?” I can almost picture my husband’s quizzical expression. After a moment of thought he finished with, “Yes, if it came down to it, I would….”
You know, you’ll always be my boyfriend.” I turned to my then new fiance’ to say those words, then looked into his face to see the look of repulsion etched on his face as if I just called him “terd-face.”“But I don’t want to be your boyfriend.
“But I don’t want to be your boyfriend….
I didn’t deserve it. The pretty, pale pink bouquets lined together with equally pretty bridesmaids holding the tapestry of….
September 23rd. It’s just a day on the calendar to most, and quite honestly, it could have been for us as well. I mean, it’s not our wedding anniversary…