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

A mountain range. A dragon. Anything.

At first he agreed. Then the months slipped by. The tattoo artist moved. Money became tight. Work got busy. There was always another excuse.

Eventually, I stopped asking. Not because I no longer cared, but because I was exhausted. Exhausted from losing the same fight. Exhausted from feeling like I was competing continue reading …