Life With My Thornbush

I love, adore, submit to and tear my hair out because of…My Husband.

I am, of course, the rose and he is the ever-necessary thorn bush. One without the other can hardly flourish well.

Here are links to a few blogposts about him:

Should I Force My Husband to Read My Marriage Book?

Love at First Kiss

Calling the Cops on my Workaholic Husband

Can I Bleach His Collar?

It Matters Not How You Define Marriage

Husband Appreciation Year

To Write or to Live my Marriage?

 

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