A.N.

I love my husband. What woman couldn't love the man he is? I'm a firefighter's wife, after all. My marriage is supposed to be "perfect".

They say complements make the best kind of relationship. He likes rock. I like country. He drowns everything in Tapitio. I prefer Tabasco sauce. He's sweet and laid back, and I'm the one who holds a grudge.

He puts out the fires, and I start them.

Is that a deal breaker?