A Year into Marriage

<p>The honeymoon hit the peak of my chill. It was too good, and too quick, like teen years, coming of age sex. Monday&rsquo;s back to reality dreary feel had me peeping the workload like a coffee table spill. I wanted the reflection of rooftop pools, refilling pina coladas, and late-night dance floor grooves enveloped in got-you-always love vibrations.</p> <p>But that&rsquo;s never forever. Only a short burst of fun, drug fueled runs, and overly abundant sun. My bank accountant was spent. In a few more weeks I could hear the faint call of the rent.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@nviglietti0/a-year-into-marriage-7053aa20ab29"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>
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