We married at 20, back when that didn’t feel unusual or rushed.
We didn’t have much, but we weren’t worried about it. Life felt easy for the longest time, like the future would take care of itself.
Then came the kids: first a daughter, and a son two years later.
We bought a house in the suburbs and took one vacation a year, usually somewhere we could drive to, while the kids asked, “Are we there yet?”
It was all so normal that I didn’t even notice the lies until it was too late.
Life felt easy for the longest time.
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