Check out my guest post today on Irresistibly Fish.
My husband stares into other women’s eyes all day. It’s his job. But when he’s done with corneas and optic nerves he comes home and tells me sweet somethings and whispers wonder and holds me relieved and grateful. But like, some of those women are hot. And some of them probably wouldn’t mind staring a little longer.
Our marriage isn’t perfect but it’s freakin’ awesome. And I think this might be the secret:
Other stuff on marriage: