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.
A left the family home at 18 and it felt like the start of a new life. I grew up in a warm nest, but I have never regretted leaving my parents’ home.