“If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it’s a dang duck.” That’s what my father used to always say to me. And I always believed him- until I married Steve that is. When we had first met, it was love at first sight. Brains as powerful as a supercomputer and a body that would make Henry Cavil jealous.
It wasn’t until after we tied the knot and I had agreed to be his ’til death do us part’ that the real man began to emerge from the shadows. Every day, when I came home from work, he was playing video games, watching sports or taking one of coveted naps he claimed he always needed.
Where was this behavior when I had met him? Hell, where was it when we had dated and the lazy bum was courting me? At first I brushed it off, dropping little hints. Read more