Sort of the opposite of Guns ‘n’ Roses’ Fourteen Years (great song, by the way – most of my favourites were Izzy Stradlin songs). But little pain in fourteen years. We have our ups and downs like all couples, but we don’t shit on each other, we do pretty much everything together and if I ever become a full time writer, she will be solidly in my corner, as I would be in hers if she chose to do something for herself, like that.

She’s beautiful, smart and fun to be with. There’s no real bullshit with her. She’s not mean about stuff, but you know where you stand. I watch other couples piss on each other, or play stupid games and I can only think, man, who has time for that? Why be with someone who picks on you or can’t be honest with you?

It’s exhausting to watch.

So, happy anniversary, my beautiful wife. Here’s to many more.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1664 words, novel: Father Lightning

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