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 was 18 when I moved to a shared flat with 2 friends. We had an apartment bong in the kitchen, didn’t clean a lot and are crap food. We had legendary parties there, it was a great time! Only lasted 1 year though…