bank approved the mortgage in my name only. I paid most of the down payment, but I never used that fact against him.
“It’s our house,” I always said.
We opened a joint bank account, paid the bills together, renovated the kitchen, and adopted a small dog from a shelter.
All our friends and relatives considered us husband and wife.
Daniel often jokingly introduced me as his wife.
There was only one thing missing.
A ring.
At first, it didn’t bother me. I thought we still had plenty of time.
