I don’t love you because I need you, I need you because I love you.
Story by Becky Cholewka, Esq.
Rick and I had been married less than a year when we moved back to Cleveland. It was a great time to get to know his family, whom I had only met brieﬂy before our wedding.
Rick has a big Irish-Catholic family on his mom’s side. We all loudly gathered at my in-laws’ house for Sunday dinner every week. Rick’s mom Carol is a great cook. Sunday dinner usually involved some type of meat, her amazing mashed potatoes, and fresh Italian bread. City chicken night was my favorite. Ahhh… the Midwest.