“How’s married life?” Sylvia’s question lingered in the air as I thought about an answer that could actually explain what I felt about it.
Finally, I decided on the best word I could use for it,
“Complicated,” I answered, shrugging as I took a sip of my coffee,
Sylvia leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief and curiosity, “Well, tell me.” she smiled, “How is it complicated?”
I sighed, glanced around as I rested my chin on my palm, “Do you really want the full version, or do you just want the short version?”
Her grin widened, “Obviously the longer one. When have I ever been one to enjoy short stories?”
With a sigh, I told her.
I started with the wedding night, because I knew that was what she was most interested in. And just like I had expected, Sylvia was disappointe
