It’s not perfect. It’s real .
But after a decade of marriage—through job losses, sleepless newborn nights, a global pandemic in close quarters, and the slow, unglamorous work of becoming two different people than the ones who said “I do”—I’ve realized something counterintuitive:
We’ve all seen them: the filtered vacation photos, the anniversary captions dripping with honey, the couple who finishes each other’s sentences. Society sells us a very specific image of the “perfect marriage”—flawless, effortless, and eternally passionate.
