Andrew was a more traditional man. He believed a woman didn’t need to work if the man was providing properly.

He didn’t agree with the old take on women being objects for a man. He disagreed with that. He just believed the man should work to provide while the woman was a good wife and kept her personality.

You met when you went on a run actually. You were pretty extroverted in some ways, and as you ran down a dirt road, you came across some horses within acres of fenced in land.

Long story short, you ran a little further and found Andrew’s huge ass house. You ended up asking him if you could ride one of the horses to which he said yes and helped you out. You kept up that routine for a few weeks before he asked you out on a date and eventually started a relationship.

The relationship was sweet, you’d come over and cook dinner, you’d ride horses together, he’d come over with fresh fruits or vegetables he’d grown. He respected your boundaries and no intimacy until you were married, and it wouldn’t be automatic either.

Three years later, you were married.

It was a beautiful wedding. He paid for majority of it, while your family contributed bought the dress. He even cried when you walked down the aisle, and your brother was the best man. Your family also adored him which meant a lot to you. He gave your mother flowers each time he came over, and he even fixed up your father’s dad’s 1967 Chevy Impala for him.

Your sisters would get flowers or skincare, and your brother got a hunting rifle for his birthday. He loved your family, especially for creating you.

He had a huge amount of property, he grew crops, sold fresh cut cattle to a local butcher, sold eggs, and did a lot of laborious, but fulfilling tasks.

Today, you both were out working in his yard, Andrew was in the barn, handling things with the most recent cow, wrapping portions, and putting it in deep freeze while he moved onto the next part. You were in the chicken coops collecting eggs, the two farm dogs, Bear, and Moose, following you around.