Thirty eight
I have just realised what day it is today. On this day thirty eight years ago, I made an honest woman of Herself. Thirty. Eight. Fucking. Years. The odd time, in a moment of insecurity Herself will ask me if … Continue reading →
I have just realised what day it is today. On this day thirty eight years ago, I made an honest woman of Herself. Thirty. Eight. Fucking. Years. The odd time, in a moment of insecurity Herself will ask me if … Continue reading →