I used to think adulthood would knock politely before entering.
Instead, it barged in wearing gaudy gold jewelry and carrying a wedding date.
We married suddenly.
YEARS earlier than planned.
Unforeseen issues, family storms, and the kind of cultural pressure that pulls time forward by force.
And yet…
He stood there — calm, steady, warm — almost too patient for someone marrying a girl whose brain was permanently buffering.
He looked at me like I was a whole galaxy in the middle of an eclipse.
Sometimes destiny isn’t poetic. Sometimes it’s chaotic, rushed, and confusing.
But that day?
Even with everything swirling — the exhaustion, the fear, the ADHD static — I finally felt chosen. Not forced upon everyone like an unfortunate disappointment…or an imperfect daughter.
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