The Marriage You Imagined Was a Different Marriage
You had a version of it in your head. A home that settled into a rhythm. Weekends that belonged to both of you. A relationship that was, at its centre, yours. What you got instead was a household that had already formed its own gravity before you arrived, with its own inside jokes, its own rituals for Sunday mornings, its own way of loading a plate. You stepped into a structure that predated you, and no amount of goodwill changes the fact that you were the one who had to learn the house, not the other way around.
