I met with the guy who'd become my spouse in my third year of school. Michael was appealing, had a wonderful character, was in fantastic shape from being on the school's football team and was pretty damn great in bed.
Following a protracted romance, we married after graduation. Initially everything was fine, together with Michael landing a well-paying task and becoming promoted at a quick speed, but as the years passed by, items changed and not for the better.
Michael developed poor drinking habits as he moved up the corporate food chain.
It wasn’t going out with the boys two times a week, which bothered me. It happened on more than four occasions. The more he drank, the more of a beer gut he obtained.
I attempted to get him to cut back, even going so far as to join a gym so we could
