My husband and I have a good marriage. Some days, I would even call it a great marriage.
You might say it’s a love story of sorts; I’ve known him for nineteen years, and we’ve been married for almost seventeen.
We went through undergraduate school together, then graduate school for me and dental school for him. We were so broke at one point we could barely afford to order pizza, and we lived in an apartment where you could hear the rats tumbling through the walls in the middle of the night.
We’ve come a long way from rats in the walls and now we can even order pizza with pepperoni, but we are in many ways the same two people we were back then. We laugh a lot. We like each other’s company, and we both think Rocky II is the best movie ever made.
I still find him…
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