First I was married to a man who was totally wrong for me. He hid behind the newspaper for hours and ignored me when I tried to talk to him. Now I am married to a man who loves me to my toes, who takes his turn doing the dishes or cooking when we're home, and when he sees a certain look on my face that says the kitchen is closed, suggests we go out to dinner and a movie. The big secret? It's the same man.
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