My Sweet Wife

My wife loves to eat fudge. She even makes her own fudge. Everything stops for her when she sits down to eat her piece of fudge. She gets her drink, ignores the kids, and finds a nice, little corner of the couch to curl up in. I think it must provide her with the one reprieve from her tornado that is her reality. During this time, she allows her entire world to completely slip away, substituting it for a world totally devoid of things such as children, husbands, and household chores. My wife goes to her happy place when she eats a piece of fudge.

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