My parents pictured me marrying a man with a corner office.
A man with a spotless reputation.
They wanted a son-in-law they could brag about at dinner parties.
When I started dating Cole, they were horrified.
They wanted a son-in-law they could brag about at dinner parties.
He played guitar in a local band.
He rode a motorcycle.
He also had tattoos down both arms like a story only he could read.