When the Lights Go Out, the Vows Get Tested in the Dark

I picked up the pen, but I didn’t sign the admission papers. I drew a line through them.

“She stays,” I said. “This is her home. And I am her husband.”

If you are young and reading this, I hope you get your fireworks. I really do.

But more than that, I hope you find someone who loves the ash that falls after the fire burns out.

I hope you learn that the continue reading …