Nightmare
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[b]June 6th and 7th, 1985 - The Day of Sacrifice[/b]
Ashley insisted on cooking that night, much like she'd made breakfast. I realized, somewhat belatedly, that she was taking the same role that Mom would have for Dad. She was being both the satisfying lover and the domestic goddess. I'd never really thought of what I'd want in a wife, and somehow I saw it more as a partnership, but I won't pretend that I didn't appreciate what she was doing.
I just wish that she didn't feel like she had to do it. It was clear that she wanted to impress me by the way she kept looking over at me and asking me if I wanted anything. She'd already gotten me a beer and told me that she was going to take care of everything and that I should just relax.
I was having a diffic
