MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

streamed through the windows.

A pot of chili simmered on the stove.

David stood beside me chopping vegetables.

Poorly.

As usual.

“You’re doing that wrong.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you still doing it?”

“Because you keep correcting me.”

I rolled my eyes.

He grinned.

Some things never change.

Across the room, laughter echoed from the patio.

Ryan was attempting to continue reading …