Sometime in the spring of 1995, a marital grudge was born. We were coming up on our second anniversary and I was pregnant with our first child. Being young and stupid, most of what I knew about expectant fathers, I’d learned from television. How many times had I seen TV husbands go out at 2am to get their pregnant wives ice cream or pickles or whatever crazy thing they craved in the wee hours?
So, in that spring of 1995, … Read More »