Day 32

What an eruption.

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On the first day of our second month, what do I give my sweet, sweet husband? A glimpse at a nasty, infected zit right smack in the middle of my face.

Sigh. It looks like a volcano — and there’s no hiding it.

I guess that’s one glaring difference between being married and un-married. Couples can still pretend to be ideal. When we were dating, he never saw me with hair tangled up in snarls or with sleep-encrusted eyes. I could pretend that I start each day wearing heels and not my ratty shirts. Morning breath did not exist. Now, everything is so… out there. Without makeup. And with zits.

So the question is: how do I maintain the illusion that I’m so put together all the time?

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