I've never been one for taking on the language trappings of heterosexual marriage. I'm not Mrs. Beezely, nor Rebecca's wife. We are partners, just like before we became legally wed last August.
That said, I was at the supermarket at 7 am Christmas Eve day, waiting for the doors to open, list in hand when I noticed that I was standing there with 11 men, also with lists in hand.
I suddenly realized, "Holy Pete! I'm the husband!!!"
Merry Christmas.
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And a hearty welcome to the club! Merry Christmas.
LOL...I'm a straight woman and I'm still the husband...he'll tell you the same thing.
I've been reading a bunch of your stuff. It's excellent!
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