Now, I’m staring at her in our bed on the anniversary of the fire and her mother’s death. Today will be hard for her. She still struggles with trusting anyone after finding out why her mother stayed with her father. She’ll think about it today, and I’ll try to carry that burden with her. It won’t be easy. I know she still has a wall up because I kept the trust fund from her.
It’s something we still fight about and probably will for a long time.
We aren’t perfect together but no one is.
And yet, as I look at her sleeping, I know I’m damn lucky because she’s perfect for me. Her dark hair is loose across the pillow, and she doesn’t have a piece of clothing on. She’s let go of all her insecurities around me and it’s a beautiful thing to witness.
She works hard and takes some of the biggest risks while investing for Stonewood Enterprises I’ve ever seen. She’s good at what she does and it helps her to invest for Margie and the kids. Not that she needs to. We’ll always take care of them, but she tells me that’s not the point.
We bickered for about a day on where she was going to live. I got my way. There was no way my girl was going to continue to come to work on the train every day.
Now, I’m finding I won’t get my way with decorating the place though. Her decorating has turned more colorful and vibrant than anyone who's seen her wardrobe could have imagined. The woman loves colors so bright, I’m concerned we’ll outshine the rainbow. She claims she’s living for her mother, her grandmother, and herself. That all their dreams show through her colors and her long, dark hair.
I would have let her decorate all of Stonewood Enterprises with that answer.
Still, I am proud to say I put my foot down with our bedsheets. A man deserves to have just white sheets if he’s going to stare at pink bedroom walls all day. Today, those white sheets look even better with a bright red engagement ring box sitting on top of them.
Today will be hard for her, but I’m hoping this will make it a little bit better.