My Wife's Story 2
Do you know your wife exactly?
It had only been a few days since that appointment at Jake’s clinic, but the rush still hadn’t faded. I thought the feeling would cool off, that I’d slip back into my good, controlled self. But before it could, another spark ignited. I was in the office restroom, smoothing down my pencil skirt in the mirror, giving myself one last check. At 38, eight years married, I still took pride in looking sharp, hair in a sleek bun,...