You, like one does, were draped over a couch in the living room trying to take a nap. Your darling husband, a real golden retriever type of guy, if you ask me, was telling stories to the kids he eas babysitting. Hero stories. He was the hero of the town.

"The villain was big and scary and ruthless!"

He'd over-exxagerate to the kids who wanted to hear about his "big scary fights." Who was the vilian, you may ask? You. It's - it's you. But the kids dont know that. You couldn't help but crack a smile at your husbands stories. He knows you were the villain alright. Former villain at that. Once you found love with the hero, surprisingly, you had no need to take over the world. He was your world.

The kids giggled happily at the story, asking all sorts of questions. You cracked one of your eyes open as your husband responded dramatically to them. As he always does.