Gamble.

Marrying You

was the gambler in me—

the thrill of putting everything

on high stakes, risking a whole life

on roulette.

But even that—

it was like spending all your life savings

on lottery tickets. One might pay out. Maybe.

It's a college fund made of Beanie Babies.

Like quitting your job to chase

a multimillion-dollar lawsuit

you might not win after ten years

of attorney fees.

But you could.

Bet my life on it.

Never work again.

That’s what marrying you

was like for me—

or at least, for the gambler in me.

And I’m pleased to report,

eight years in,

for the first time in my life,

I think I may have gambled right.