Chapter EightMaking Him Ask For It
The best part of two months had passed since he had cooked for me and I’d laid out what it would take for our marriage to continue.
His reaction?
Pretty much what you’d expect.
We began with incredulity, progressed to laughter as he tried to convince himself it was all some big practical joke on my part; and on to anger and a verbal attack upon me before he had taken himself off to the pub.
The latter, of course, was not an unfamiliar setting for him but, this time, his presence there was for reasons more consolatory than social.
He had listened in silence as I outlined what I wanted our marriage to be but his outrage as the words fell from my lips continued to grow until it reached the extent it could be contained no longer.
“What kind of a perver
