They Said No Names

I’ve heard it over and over again.

“You should never get the names of wives or girlfriends tattooed on your body.”

Well to hell with that. I got my wife’s name tattooed on my arm. My tattoo artist asked me if I was sure. I slid my eyes his way shot him a scowl and blurted:

“I ride and die for her, this is my bitch”, as I throw up nondescript hand signals trying to look as tough as possible, but not succeeding.

When I got married, I swore that I was only getting married once, divorce is a no no. I love her, and I hope we stay together longer than the tattoo stays on me. If that makes any sense.