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Right. I am. And my feelings on being late haven’t changed.
Setting down Evie in her high chair, I run upstairs to change my shirt. Just as I’m pulling it over my shoulders, Madison comes in the bedroom, shuts the door and locks it. “Callan’s playing with Evie and Noah. We have five minutes.”
I can totally be late for this.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, unzipping my pants as she drops to her knees before me.
You can look away now. We need our privacy. After the dog incident, I don’t want anyone else watching us.
So that’s it. My story. Interesting, huh?
Final thoughts?
I’m not sure I have any, I mean, I’m kinda busy at the moment but I’ve got some advice for you.
Saving a marriage doesn’t happen overnight. It takes a lot of hard work, a lot of talking and mostly fighting.
Fighting for what you want.
I wasn’t sure if Madison and I would ever be what some would call a perfect couple, but we were perfectly happy annoying the shit out of each other and attempting to parent these three crazy kids and the dog I didn’t want.