My husband and I were drinking on the patio when he asked what I actually wanted, not what I thought sounded normal.
I told him I wanted him to take charge for once. Plan everything. Tell me what to wear. Stop asking me forty questions like I was approving a dentist appointment.
Two weeks later he booked a room, sent me an address, and told me to wear the black dress.
I almost backed out because suddenly the fantasy felt too real.
I went.
It was not perfect. It was awkward in places. It was also the first time in years I stopped thinking about laundry, money, and whether anybody needed me.
I want to do it again. I am too embarrassed to ask.
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