Lorena
Two years and eleven months. Two years and eleven months with this man who loves me unconditionally. He doesn’t put anything above me. If I’ve had a long day with the kids, no matter that he’s worked a full day, he comes home, runs me a bubble bath, lights candles, gives me a glass of wine, and kisses me on the head. When I’m done, dinner is ready, the kids are fed and put to bed, and we have a lovely evening before making love.
If he’s home, there isn’t a night we don’t make love. We have talked about the future. He asked me if I wanted more children, and I told him no. He didn’t say another word about it.
On our third anniversary, Marcus took me to dinner and then to a play. It was an old play called The Mistress of the House. The main male lead doted on his wife. She was the
