I was betrothed when I was eight. My parents and his parents thought it would be funny to have us betrothed. From the time I can remember I was always the one that had to look after him when we got together, make sure he was served and taken care of. Our parents got together almost every weekend, and we went on vacation together. I don't recall one vacation that he and I didn't sit beside each other on the plane. He is so spoiled that he won't do anything for himself, he calls me. He doesn't want anyone else to do it for him either. It is me.

When we got into our teens and we started to have thoughts about sex, we would sit outside in the hammock and talk about it. One time he asked me how many times I wanted to do it, meaning how many kids I was going to have. I told him I didn't know right then how many kids we were going to have, but I suspected a lot. He punched my card when I was sixteen. We got married the July when we finished High School. We went off to college together.

We have our house now, and he wants me to spoil him. He says he doesn't get spoiled anywhere else, that is what a wife is for, to spoil him rotten. He likes for me to prepare him dinner, and set the table and serve the plates. He helps with clean up and doesn't mind washing the dishes. But he wants me to stay with him until everything is finished, then we can go watch TV.

I don't think he has purchased a shirt that I haven't approved of, ever. If he wants or needs something, he takes me for my opinion and approval. Everyone thinks it is so romantic how I look after him. The truth is he couldn't tie his shoes if mommy isn't there for him. Mommy meaning me.

We are planning to have our first child. I told him once the baby was here, the baby has first dibs on mommy, not him. He agrees, but at night he makes me promise him that I will still look after him.

I know that when we practiced getting married, back when we were ten or so, it was kid stuff. Except that I was not playing then. I meant everything I said. We would stand under this big oak tree in our back yard, and we would hold hands and practice our vows. I would watch for my mother, and she would shake her head in approval or shake it in disapproval, until I got my vows down correctly. When I said my vows on my grown up wedding day, I had rehearsed them so long that the minister just let me go ahead and say them all the way through.

We are 28 and we have been together for 20 years. I know all his habits, likes and dislikes, how he thinks, everything. And he knows me. We have never had a fight. There is nothing to fight about.