On our first wedding night, when I looked “down there,” I was horrified and finally understood why my husband’s parents had given me a house and a car, just so I would agree to marry their son 😱😨
Mark and I met through mutual acquaintances. Honestly, at first I didn’t take him seriously. I felt that I was still too young for marriage: life lay ahead of me, plans, freedom. I wasn’t in a hurry to tie myself down with commitments.
But Mark turned out to be exactly the kind of person it’s hard not to trust. Calm, polite, attentive. He never raised his voice, knew how to listen, and always carried himself with dignity. Beside him, I felt safe. Gradually, that quiet reliability turned into affection, and then into the decision to marry him.
