the story

I got a husband and a house in 2007. Both needed far more work than I realized. For a long time (too long), I lived with my in-laws while the renovation trudged slowly on, my every move thwarted by my loving but sadly-misguided-in-the-ways-of-home-décor husband. We’re now living here during our attempt to renovate the other half of the house, code name Phase II. This is an account of our day-by-day slide toward marriage counseling.

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