I look at the gloves hanging up on the wall. My wife's boxing gloves that have laid me down so many times.

We have fought on a Friday night every week for the last 39 weeks. The length of our marriage. Let me explain: we are both lawyers. Ambitious. We always compete. At the end of our working week we meet up in the gymnasium that our employer provides for us to let off steam.

Friday is our night. The boxing ring. We started off going a few rounds each week. Acknowledging each other's effort, good fight. But as we got better, we'd take it further: 5 rounds, 7. Go for the knockout. Pro conditions. 39 fights. She's knocked me out 9 times. I've knocked her out twice.