I have been with my husband, Kyle, since we were twelve. TWELVE, people.
I love and adore him, and am beyond grateful for our weird crazy love story. But I am also the first one to shout from the rooftop that marriage is not all kittens and rainbows. While I married the love of my life, I also married ever single feeling of teenage heartbreak and stupid college relationship drama and all the dumb stuff you do to each other when you are just...kids.
So, I wrote about that. About the baggage and bringing that into adulthood and realizing that my husband is not responsible for my emotions. I am, duh.
Anywho, here it is! I hope you enjoy: