I had always imagined
that the hardest part
of married life
would be learning
to share physical space,
adjusting to two sets
of routines and opinions under one roof.
I was a firm believer in
independence—someone who prided herself on managing her own bills,
pursuing creative
projects as a graphic designer,
and setting ambitious
goals. I knew what
I was worth and
had never doubted
my ability to hold
on to my paycheck.
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