Honestly, if traveling together in a foreign country for a week without a problem wasn’t reason enough to marry this man, the argument-free hours we spent together in that small space sealed the deal.
Ultimately, it was our room—a project that we completed together—and a small part of his old house that was new and “ours.” And when it was done and the paint dry, I rehung the shower curtain his ex-wife had bought with the hooks that had inspired our color choices, and it tied the room together.
His past, like the paint underneath the fresh new coat, isn’t gone and forgotten. It’s a part of him and always will be, and we draw on the best of what came before to make a bright new space for both of us, for the future.
Photo of the new bathroom, courtesy of the author
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