For twenty years, my husband’s brothers had the same stupid joke.
Whenever Daniel did something particularly sweet for me, one of them would grin and say:
“Anything for the second wife.”
Everyone would laugh.
Daniel included.
And for twenty years, I laughed too.
Because I was Daniel’s only wife.
At least, that was what I believed…. Continue Reading ⬇️
The joke started not long after we married.Try Marriage Counseling
Daniel had three brothers—Mark, Steven, and Paul—and together they had the emotional maturity of twelve-year-olds whenever they were in the same room.
Nothing stayed sincere for more than thirty seconds.
A birthday gift became material for a joke.
A compliment became an insult.
A childhood photograph could start an argument that lasted through dessert.
So when Mark first called me “the second wife,” I assumed it was more of the same.
Maybe they thought Daniel spoiled me.
