Only Her Name on the Equity Certificate

Summary

After marrying Alan Naughton, every morning at seven, I would hear the progress of my “conquest” of him in my mind.

He was unfailingly responsive to my every whim, impeccably perfect.

Yet, the progress bar stubbornly stalled at 95%.

I loved him with all my heart, and naturally, I wanted him to love me just as completely.

So, I shed my sharp edges, embraced his preferences, and transformed myself into the gentle, virtuous Mrs. Naughton.

This morning’s progress report finally hit a hundred percent!