I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
I met him for the first time last March, and he proposed the following April. We spent time together and talked regularly from then until we got married, but there was always a wall between us, nothing romantic or physical. So I wouldn’t say I know him incredibly well on a personal level, since it’s only now that we’re able to interact without restrictions. I definitely like him and I’m attracted to him, but I don’t think love has really had a chance to develop yet. I have as much contact with my family and friends as I want, and I do have married friends and relatives I can talk to.