We met in 2008. I’d had enough of my freedom and independence and was ready to prove I could actually do a long-term relationship.
What was it like to get past the seven-year itch? What was it like to be married for twenty-five years?
When he had his heart bypass in 2010, I told the surgeon I wanted him to last another twenty-three years. Minimum.
I visited him post-op and he was shivering violently. I dreamt of his heart being packed with ice.
We’ve long passed the ten-year milestone and are rolling on into our dotage.
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