”“They did not,” she said without looking back at her brother.“I think your eyes are beautiful,” I said, and for the first-time in over a ye...r, we kissed in front of Larry.“Ooohh, my eyes ... are blinded,” he said walking away from us.“He is such a goofball,” Di said as I closed the door after we both came inside my house.“Can I stay here and live with you?” she asked.“I had an idea for an excursion of sorts,” I said.“What’s the plan, Jeffrey?”“After all the trouble and mess from last year, I. Lower your eyes and ask forgiveness, on your knees”I hesitated, and she slapped me across the face again, took my face in her hand, a forceful hand and stared me in the eye“do as you are told, now”I dropped to my knees, and admired her tall statue from below. There was a strong woman demanding my excuses, and without understanding why I said“mistress, I apologize for the behaviour of my dog”“better, and now apologize for yourself”“mistress I apologize for me not holding the leash. But guess what? 90% of our fights the first few years were about money. Who spent what, how were we going to invest it, why do we have all this debt, how come one of the bills was paid late? It was tough and a wake up call for both of us that love is not enough to maintain a relationship.We grew together and honestly I could think of no one closer to me than my wife. Now reading all these "loving wives" stories, I began to wonder if I was so holier than thou, better than all those schmucks in. My shorts and tank top were soaked with perspiration. I tried toweling off to no avail. The idea of getting into my car, literally dripping with sweat, saturating my leather seats, was not appealing.I parked in the far corner of the lot because I was running late, typical for me, and the last available spots were the farthest away.I said my farewells and headed toward my car. Beads of sweat were rolling down my arms, from hairline down the bridge of my nose, even my fingers were dripping with.