Rose
My husband, Andre, molded me from a wide eyed innocent girl into a woman of substance; and I have come to play an important part in his life in ways he didn’t expect. Ours is a story with some very harsh lessons that we’ve both had to learn. But it is also a story about fidelity, and courage and over-coming hardship, and the acceptance of the darker and sometimes not so pretty passions of our inner selves.
Andre is older than me by ten years, but regardless of the difference in our ages, we were destined by old world tradition to marry. Even though it was the careless, carefree 1990’s, I couldn’t sway my fate, and at seventeen, I didn’t really want to go against my heritage. I believed that I was doing the appropriate thing marrying this fine man that had been chosen for me. Besides
