married : 10 years

Jade, I want to thank you, in front of the internets, for sticking with me for a decade of wonderful frustration:) Thanks for the kids and the cooking and supporting my insatiable appetite for attention.

You are the wind beneath my wings, metaphorically speaking, obviously. I don’t have wings. I’m not some mutant. Although, If I did, I feel that you would still love me enough to bring food to my cage (and fresh newspaper). Of course there would be a cage because society wouldn’t trust my malformation. They would fear that I might harm myself or others. I would begin to resent them and see my wings not as a malformation, but as a gift! A gift I should be able to use! I should be able to soar free! But I can’t. I’m in this damn cage. Stupid society.

Happy Anniversary, Jade.