Jpeg, I never wanted one, never even crossed my mind. Shortly after BD when I thought I was going to drop dead from the pain, maybe 2 weeks in, I was driving through the "seedy" part of town and I passed the tattoo place and out of the blue it just hit me so strong that I needed a little dove for "peace" and "new beginnings" on my shoulder. I went in, they didn't take credit cards, so I ran home and raided my daughter's babysitting money jar and went back and did it.
I didn't tell H and it was more than 3 months later when he saw it (because he was sleeping on the couch), and he was shocked. H hates tattoos on women. That has nothing to do with why I did it though, but makes me like it even more.
