“Babe, it’s three years that we married enuh!”
“Ugh! All of three years?!” He uses an imaginary knife to slit his throat.
“Well you do realize that you are married to Popcorn, the same Popcorn from UWI (University of the West Indies) campus, who lived on Taylor Hall, Block F?” That reminder always gets him.
For those of you who don’t know, my husband and I knew each other from college, but we were NOT a couple then. Though this story may differ depends on who tells it. In my husband’s delusional mind, I always wanted him and it was only a matter of time (almost five years later) before I’d chase him down. In my rational mind, not only did I not chase him, I would not have been caught dead being his wife.
“No! Don’t say that!” He continues to feign his death.
“So how long…
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