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02/12/2013
My husband gets home from work around 5:30 p.m., I watch for his car to pull up. Before he gets out of the car, I run up to the door with a smile. As he enters our front door, I give him a kiss, tell him I love him and that I am happy he comes home to the kids and me. Why do I make it a point to tell him I am happy he comes home to us? Because he could choose not to. I am grateful and he knows it, because I tell him and show him. I guess I am a jealous woman; I don't want to share my man with another woman. He is mine and I am his.
Thank you Mama Laura. I have been a faithful listener and you have been my life teacher.
Susan
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