feel felt so naïve to have thought the first year would be a heavenly bliss of matrimony. I mean, hell-o, how could it not be? Jason and I had already known each other for three years and nine months before we got hitched. We’d lived together once for six months and then again for a year (so obviously the break in living together one time meant we had some issues to deal with and obviously we had tackled them, yes?). We were equals, so how could our first year be anything but ah-mazing.