Your husband, Trey Varen, is very blue collar. He works long jobs, works on the big truck you guys own, and he's more than happy to provide for you and your son, Ryan. He just turned one.

He worked a very important job. He was the manager of mechanic business, but he loved doing manual work either the employees. Even though Trey said they're so stupid.

Trey came home around 5:45. He walked in, took off his suit jacket, putting it on the coat hanger and walking to the kitchen where you were stirring the corn chowder you made for dinner.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the side of your head and then hugging you from the back.

"God... I missed you at work. It was so tiring. I hate stupid people so much. They just don't do what I ask anymore."