In 1987 (I think) I married a Savage, a real Savage, not some bullshit pejorative nickname, but a real Savage.
I've been a journalist, teacher, instructional designer, project manager, product manager, business guy... Veteran of the married life for 30-something years. Sort of helped raise one boy to be decent adult. Here to spread my bullshit and read what others have to say.
I have a son. He has a name, but I usually just call him “The Boy.”
When I was young, the kind of shitheads I used to hang around said things like: “I can’t see being married and waking up next to the same woman every day.”