Week three of marriage. Early November.Life settles into a rhythm. Work. Home. Therapy. Repeat.It's mundane. Beautiful. Everything we've been working toward.Monday evening, I come home to find Damien cooking again."You're really committing to this domestic thing," I observe."I like it. It's meditative.""Who are you and what did you do with my husband?""Your husband is evolving. Deal with it."We eat dinner on the couch. Some cooking show playing in the background."Clara called today," I tell him. "She wants us to come to dinner Saturday. Celebrate their engagement properly.""Sounds good. I like seeing them happy.""They remind me of us. Working through their damage.""Except they didn't break up four times first.""Just the once. Overachievers."He laughs. Pulls me closer."I love this. Us. Just existing together.""Me too. It's strange how normal feels extraordinary after so much chaos."Tuesday, my first monthly coffee with Virginia.I'm nervous. Damien offered to come but
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