Right after I got married, my fiance took me to his family up-to-date home for the undoubtedly first time, then he was undoubtedly proud to show off everything they had in their home, the a single thing that he was upset for me to check out, was the handmade sofa that was in their residing room. He told me to sit down plus try it out, although I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to do that. The handmade sofa reminded me of a vampire’s coffin, without all the expensive work; I had to sit down plus slide back so I could rest my head against the wall, because there was no back to the sofa. It was an oblong piece of wood, with a cushion on top. The handmade sofa was not just uncomfortable to sit on, however it was uncomfortable to kneel on. The cushion was less than 3 in thick, plus it was itchy. I asked him if there was some kind of storage underneath the seat, however he wasn’t sure. He told me his great-Grandpa had made it plus it had passed down through the generations. He said that when his parents died, he was the a single who was going to inherit the handmade sofa. I looked at the sofa plus I looked at him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep that sofa or not, plus if it was a necessity that I did keep it, I was thinking maybe I should get a divorce before it was too late. I wasn’t sure I could live in a beach house that had that sofa in it.