Maggie stared at the engagement ring on her hand. Since that night three months earlier when Mike had ambushed her in front of his friends and family, she'd been in a fog. There were times when she was sure she was doing the right thing. Mike was a good man and a hard worker, plus he was crazy about her. There were other times when doubt consumed her. Could she really stand beside him and promise him forever?
She considered the changes around her apartment since Mike had moved in. He wasn't exactly particular about where his clothes landed when he took them off after work. Maggie was forever picking up dirty socks and undershirts, tossing them into the hamper while Mike stalked into the kitchen to grab a beer.
Their s*x life hadn't improved at all. If anything, it had declined,
