The beginning:
I didn't pick my wife, actually my sister picked my wife but here I was, a young man, newly married, new house built, with a career. The career part was the only thing I was actually happy about. My wife was plain and awfully boring but my parents loved her so when my sister proposed the idea they jumped on it.
Our relationship was difficult to say the least but I only needed an heir and that only required one baby.
Heather, my wife, loves to paint and spends a lot of her time doing that. I was not a fan when I first learned this but she brings decent money into the household.
I on the other hand like to learn new things, thats how I got this job in the biggest law firm on this side of Europe.
The day we moved in went by in a blur and before I knew it my first day of work had arrived. My wife wasn't all bad as she did bring money in as well as cook.
She also successfully got pregnant. Now here's to hoping it is a boy.
I've never been one to not stand up for myself so on my first day when my boss accused me of some shit I was the first one to stand up for me. It paid off in the end thankfully.
My wife was making friends around town which I was happy about. She could sell my services.
Not long after we moved to this place I started getting really sick.
I tried my best to hide it from my wife but she was crafty and quickly figured it out.
It was obviously affecting her as she started a fire and almost killed us!
Glad to know she enjoys cooking I guess since I almost lost my life about it.
Behind my back my wife contacted my family about my illness and they quickly came.
I couldn't lie, I was happy to see my family as I have missed him.
My first year on my own was hard. Very hard but I was glad I took this journey.
