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I Had a Wife but Now I Have a Husband
The erotic, toe-curling love for my wife died too soon for both of us.
I love my husband, and I love my wife.
Although we’re no longer married, I still refer to her as my wife, because she’s the only one I’ve ever had, and I doubt that I’ll ever be looking for another one. When I hear the term ex-wife, I see wife with a big red slash through it.
I also love my husband, whom I have been with now for thirty-three years. Both my wife and my husband are important parts of my life and history.
A few weeks ago, my husband and I went out to dinner with a good friend who was a classmate of mine in medical school. Early in our professional careers, he and his first wife had been friends with my wife and me, so I invited my wife to join us.
I said to the server, “This is my husband . . . and this is my wife.” At first, he looked stunned, but then his expression changed to “Oh . . . now I get it.”
I Also Love Puppies and Ice cream.
I love my kids and grandkids, my friends and family, but I also love puppies and ice cream. While no one expects me to love puppies and my husband in the same way, some…
