We often banter about how different Chris’ life would be if he wasn’t married to me. He wouldn’t be pursuing his education, nor would he have kids, much less a clean and organized home. If Chris were left to his own demise, he admits, he’d probably live in a fixer upper with motorcycle parts all…
Something is different. I’m different. Chris is different. Not wrong–just different. To be honest, marriage has been tough lately. When we were teenagers, it was “us” tackling the world together. Now it’s like, “You wanna what? Have you lost your mind?” When I was dating Chris, I loved being “Chris’ girl,” I dreamed of memory…