I Thought My Husband’s Tattoo Was Just a Random Woman Until I Met Her in Real Life

it.”

Neither of us spoke for the rest of the drive.

A month later, Ryan finally scheduled an appointment with a tattoo artist. For years I had wanted him to cover the portrait. For years he had found reasons not to.

This time, he made the appointment himself.

The night before, we sat together on the couch. I found myself looking at the tattoo again. The continue reading …