Goodbye year four, hello year five

Today, Lino and I have been married for four years. And this last year has been a doozy.

We weathered the trauma of emotional infidelity, the fear of abandonment, financial crisis after financial crisis, me quitting my dayjob (again), regaining increments of trust, and most recently, the crucible of my surgery.

Nine months ago, I didn’t know if we’d still be married by now; I doubted we could heal from such brokeness. Two months ago, I wasn’t sure we could survive the pressure of my downtime; I...