Married! I stared at the rings on my finger for the one hundredth time, still not believing the rate at which he did things. That show of power put me at ease, that take-charge way he had of doing things, and the fact that it was so different from what I was used to.

He did things for me and asked my opinion when it mattered, instead of ordering me around or making me serve him like a servant, the way that man did with my mother. He didn’t put me down or berate me for my ...