I cried over laundry. (Folded and put away for me that no one expected me to do even though I’m married now)
And rice. (That I didn’t even cook but I thought I should have!)
And the idea of being responsible for anything.
It wasn’t sadness — it was overwhelm.
My ADHD fog was thick enough to cut with a kitchen knife.
He’d take things from my hands and say,
“Sit. I’ve got it.”
A newlywed bride sitting on the kitchen floor googling “how to be a functioning adult” was not the aesthetic I imagined.
But there I was.
Some girls have honeymoon phases.
I had meltdown phases.
But he never flinched.
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