The WordPress Widower

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One night I was typing away rapidly in the spare room of our home, the door was shut and the rest of the family were inside. It was many hours after the Little One had been put to bed and the only time that I get to complete any work. It must have been around 12AM and Mr was getting ready to turn in for the night. He knocked on the door, but I didn’t hear him because I had my headphones on with loud music blasting in my ears (it’s the way I work and the best way for me to get anything done, including cleaning). Mr burst in, looked at me and said:

“You don’t love me, you love WordPress” he uttered (along with other things that I can’t remember right now) in passing. I know Mr meant this as a joke, but I felt a tinge of…

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