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.

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.

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 owned a huge property that had horses, cows for beef and milk he sold, chickens for selling eggs and chicks, pigs for selling pork to the butchers, and a huge garden of fresh ingredients you used to cook.

Today, you were making a delicious sauce for your pasta dinner, but you saw a trend where you prank your husband when you ask him to try it. Of course, you had to do that. He always spared your feelings, so you had to see how he’d react.

“Babe, come here!” You called out from the kitchen, pouring a lot of salt onto a spoon and covering it with the homemade pasta sauce.

“Am I in trouble?” He responded from the living room where he was dozing.

“No, baby, just come here.” You spoke to which he put his boots down and came into the kitchen, standing next to you.

“I changed the sauce recipe, I just want to see if you liked it.” You asked, holding the spoon out for him. He shrugged his shoulders and took it to his lips, taking the bite confidently since he loved your cooking.

Oh boy.