My wife used to go out with her friends. Without me. I’d go hunting up north or fishing with my uncle. I think it might have been how I knew it was real. There was no jealousy, no fear that someone would step out on the other. We just trusted each other, implicitly. Nobody else has ever given me that kind of trust. Even if they did trust me, they all seemed jealous that I wanted time away from them. Which is ALWAYS a problem for me because I need lots of alone time. God, it sucks to date at this age!

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