When I married my husband we were dead broke, not enough money for a ring, but enough for me to get his name tattooed on me and my name tattooed on him. So we went for it. I got his name on my right shoulder and he got mine on his left upper arm. My tattoo turned out shitty, so a couple of years later I decided that I’d get it done again, this time on the inside of my left ankle. I love that tattoo. The script is beautiful and it reminds me of him. I’ve really dug this guy for a long time. We have three kids, and if they don’t speak of forever, I don’t know what else would. If we get to the point that we’re not together, I don’t see myself regretting either tattoo. It’s not my nature to lament the past, but know I did the best I could at that point. All of my tattoos have a story.