Well, I can't tell you anything from recently about my relationship with my husband. He died back in 1982, but I can give you a story or two of when he was still by my side. My husband was a gentleman at all times, publicly or privately. Whenever we were going out somewhere, he held my coat for me put on. I knew to wait at the door until he opend it, to wait at the car door until he opened it and to not close it myself. On shopping nights he wouldn't let me cook supper, we ate out at good restaurants. He spoiled me as much as he could. And I loved it so much that I made sure he knew how much it meant to me. He never came home to a cold supper (and he worked 10 t0 12 hours a day) or to find me in a housecoat or curlers. I'd wear his favorite dress and high heels two to three times a week just for him, and he never knew which nights that would be, he loved it. And he never failed to tell me every night that he loved me. To me that is how a realationship should be, two people caring so much for each other that they enjoy pleasing the other.

Let me introduce you to my multiple personalities. :)
     BluEcho...Faery_Light...Faery_Souls.