Today's OneWord: Husband

My husband and I, we weren't very close. He was not the brightest blossom in the garden of roses. Too fragile, too limp, too wilted, too gray. He was never a rip-roaring fun kind of display. I'd look at the other flowers swaying in the breeze. They were glistening with dew and my God, how they pleased my sore eyes. My husband was never quite as adorned, though he certainly was equipped with plenty of thorns.