We’re your standard, yuppie married couple with two young children and a mortgage in the burbs, and while we both lead pretty boring and non-controversial lives, we definitely had a few years where we lived wildly and dangerously. I wouldn’t trade my current life for the world — I love my kids after all, and I love my husband — but I just can’t help but think about how my wild, hung, attractive husband has turned into Mr. Dad, and how Fred probably hasn’t completely gotten rid of his wild side, only hidden it from me. I mean, this guy used to party HARD (I did too, but man was it tough to keep up).
Case in point, the whole first half of our first year dating, Fred would always do coke when we’d go out, partying until late, drinking, being crazy. Sure I didn’t flee the scene (I actually did more than just not fleeing haha, but I don’t want to admit to it), but I wasn’t big into it as he was. He was a metal head, cheating on me numerous times, which I forgave, and was just a fucking punk with a big dig that could do no wrong. Then our relationship kinda took a turn and he seemed more serious about life, about us, about a family. But I know that side of him still exists.