Wife
The wife in me (WIM) often has a different outlook on life. Overly critical of the men and women who cheat. I have a zero tolerance policy here. Obviouly, women’s lib has done wonders for my ability to achieve what I have today, but I still believe very strongly in chivalry. That’s right, open my door and let me go first. Pay for my drink. About the only thing I’ll let men get away with is cursing in front of me. I’m a sailor, too.
I joke that my husband, Ogre, tricked me into marrying him. In reality though, I’m the lucky one, who wants to wake up every morning to this firecracker? I’m what you call a “petite” woman, but I pack a lot of punch. I hate to lose and I hate to be wrong, but I do like to tell you all about it when I’m right, how I want things, and the way things should be. Quite the catch, I know. And no, I don’t walk around scantily clad, nor should I. I am WAY past my prime.
Nobody’s wishin’ they had Ogre’s girl.
Oh, and yes, I call him Ogre. His real name is Josh. But I call him Ogre. That was his name when I met him in eleventh grade and that’s what his name will always be to me.
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