Four months after our wedding day, someone asked me: “How well do you think Nate knows you?”
We’d known each other for just over two years, had been sharing a bed and a bathroom sink and a closet for four months, and I’d been to his childhood home three, maybe four times.
I answered with my twenty-something confidence: “really well.”
When pressed to put a …
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