I am married to a good man. He brings food to the table and takes care of our family. He can be a bit harsh on the boys but I guess that’s what to be expected. I’m sure I used to be more attractive when I was younger, but now I have aged. I spend most days doing the washing, shopping, and make meals for my family. But I’m not complaining, they put a roof over my head the least I can do is be a good wife. My husband has been very kind to me and has never put me in harm’s way; an honest man, and he always enjoys my cooking.