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| I first fell in love with husband when we would sit and
talk in the living room of my old apartment in front of the (ceiling-to-floor)
windows with the long, white curtains, drinking cups of scalding, black coffee.
We would just sit and talk-sometimes until sunrise. I was so completely
thrilled to have finally found that one special person and our wedding way was
the happiest day of my life.However, it was not long after our honeymoon when
my husband climbed into the tomb called "the office" and wrapped his mind in a
shroud of paperwork and buried himself in clients, and I said nothing for fear
of turning into a nagging wife... |