Tattoo number four has arrived. It’s kind-of how I felt when child number two arrived. I feel like this is the end. All of my tattoos are fairly small. This new one has the most ink, and it used the most colors. It took an hour and fifteen minutes to do, and I believe it …

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If I were to try to put into words how much you mean to me, this would be my pitiful attempt. When we met nearly half my life (28 years) ago, I was 29. I lived with my widowed mother. I worked full-time as an administrative assistant at an ad agency. I had friends but …

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