On our first few years as a married couple Trevor and I—like other married people, I bet—for lack of a more grown-up expression, had a blast. We shared anything and everything and we loved every day of it. We cooked together, ate together, shopped, read the morning paper, watched weekly movies together… even feed Fatty, [...]

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There he goes again. My husband to his “boys’ night out.” Or more like, “boys’ long weekend.” While I stay in the kitchen scrubbing pans and changing trash bags and feeding the cat. When he perfectly knows we have the house all to ourselves while the kids are again at their grandma’s for three days… [...]

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