It was a typical Saturday evening, and the atmosphere at home was lighthearted. My husband, Mark, had just received an invitation to a “colleagues only” party at his workplace, something he was obligated to attend.
The invitation made me feel a bit left out, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him about it.
“THIS IS MY HUSBAND! IF YOU TOUCH HIM, YOU WILL PAY FOR IT.”
We both laughed at the absurdity of it. Mark was always the life of the party, and this message felt likе an inside joke between us—a reminder that no matter how much fun he had, he belonged to me.
