Category: My French Husband
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How I Came to Meet my French Husband at the iBeam in Twenty Steps
Twenty steps to a new Life: 1986 Yann, (my French Husband) took a year off to travel through the U.S.A.. He had a childhood friend who lived in Chicago, so he went there first. Skylark was a $300 rusty…
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And They Lived Happily by the End of the Day
The word handyman and the husband that is French do not get along. If there is one thing I could change it would be that, and his long need for silence. To make matters even more interesting that man…
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F. P. TOURS with French Husband
So there we were standing next to Notre Dame in Marseille, and the memory of yesterday hit me. Laughter all over again. Our friend Dave teased Yann, "You could do an ad that reads, "Have Panties will Find." Yann…
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French Husband Echoed my Thoughts
A few months ago French Husband said he thought that our Paris apartment looked too bare, he wanted it to be more like our home. Gee, is that the best dream like thing to say… "Fill it up!" or…
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Good Loving
Goodness is what I hoped for in a relationship. A goodness that makes the strain and stress that sneaks into any relationship melt and mend. Melt and mend… No marriage is as easy as happy ever after. Loving has…
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At Dinner with the Joker
At Dinner with the Joker. French Husband can be a clown add that to goofy and stir in his joking about something silly such as a Frenchman acting out different accents as the French hear them. Instant comedy without…