this morning #1214.

this morning, as i tugged my way on into my pants, i looked askance at my wife. i’ve spent almost half of my life with her. we’ve got history. once, we were younger. twice, we called it quits. thrice, we scrapped & stared down scares that ultimately pulled us closer together. it’s not like i keep a running tally of these things. i do try to be aware of what’s pivotal though. take note of the events that’ve built us up. she’s a hell of a woman. far more secure in her feelings than i am. good head on her shoulders. head & shoulders above. doesn’t fuck around. doesn’t fuck around. tells me she loves me but only when it’s important. i’m a “lucky bastard” who needs to work on the second of those two words.