“Scary? How so?” “Quinci is… different. We are a few weeks shy of our first year of marriage and I still wake up, scared that she might leave me, even though I knew I hadn’t done anything. Being with someone who doesn’t give a damn about my money is hard because you really have to be a decent human being. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t flirt or nothing because a bag or a trip couldn’t fix it. Never thought that I’d be with a woman, and not even think about being with another woman. This shit feels good.”
