If you’re young and reading this, hear us out.We’ve been married for 31 years. My name is Sheila and my husband, Tony, is sitting right next to me as I write this. We’ve got grey hair now, a few wrinkles, and grandchildren who call us Shosho and Guka. But the love between us? It’s still alive. Still playful.
Still strong.But it wasn’t always like this.There was a time in our early 30s when we were ready to throw in the towel. And if we had, we wouldn’t be sitting here together today, telling you this story.Back then, Tony and I looked like the perfect couple on the outside. Nice house. Decent jobs. A beautiful baby girl.To read more ,click here
