When the ‘90’s started, I was working to get my shit together. Back in school after getting kicked out and determined to do it right. She and I hadn’t reconnected quite yet, and I was about to change my major for the third and final time.
When the decade ended, I was 7 years married, with a preschooler and a toddler. Our careers were young but solid and we’d bought our second home (the one we live in now).
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