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.
Scary as fuck. Alone in my first apartment, in a strange city where I knew no one.
The first night I stood in front of my bedroom window looking at the city outside and cried from fear.