You've been carrying something you don't have a name for yet. It's that feeling you get at family gatherings when you're surrounded by people who are supposed to be your people, and somehow you still feel completely alone. It's the exhaustion of being the one who always shows up, always holds it together, always fixes what's broken, and still somehow never quite making the invite list when something good is happening. It's the guilt you feel for even thinking about creating d

I've been asking God the same question every other day. So what are we doing here? I finally stopped being afraid to say it out loud.

I built my entire idea of what marriage was supposed to look like around a television show. Nobody told me it wasn't real. And nobody told me that real people come into love already carrying things, wounds that shape everything about how they give love and how they receive it. Almost nineteen years in, I am finally learning what real love actually looks like. Not the Huxtables. Not roses or grand gestures or a highlight reel. Something better than that. This is our love story