If my favorite romantic comedies have taught me anything, it’s that once you get married, you live happily ever after. You ride off into the sunset with your Prince Charming and live the good life. Cue the sappy music and roll the credits.
Except my reality is turning out to be so much different.
With a sigh, I smear peanut butter on a slice of bread and wipe a blob of jelly from the counter with a paper towel.
First of all, you should know I married my dream guy—my one-time best friend turned s*x tutor, Owen Parrish—and things started off great.
When we got together eight years ago, he was the starting goaltender for the famed Seattle Ice Hawks hockey team. Life was filled with games and charity galas and private planes. We lived lavishly, completely in love, and enjoyed every stolen
