S*** My Husband Does

We fight all the time. Like not all the time, but we fight. Sometimes close to an event.  Or an open window. We’ve fought moments before someone’s wedding, after their wedding, during their wedding. Whispering insults out the side of my mouth in the pew mid-vows while trying to nurse a discontented Seb is not whatRead more


You know that feeling when the staircase ends but you’re not expecting it? So you’re just suspended in mid-air for a second and then you kind of land clumsily because you weren’t ready to be on solid ground again? That millisecond of the unknown, that fraction of a moment of unpreparedness is how adulthood as a new adult feels like 99%  of the time.