Who knew shared grocery lists and diaper duty could be so… bonding? I’ll be the first to admit that I did not grow up with a vision of the “perfect marriage” in front of me. In my home, women ran the show, full-stop. My Gran, mom, my aunts—these were women who handled everything with authority, grace, and just a pinch of don’t-mess-with-me energy. I grew up in a household of strong, independent women who taught me to balance a budget, fix a leaky faucet, and tackle life head-on without depending on anyone else. Marriage? I didn’t see much of that growing up if at all, and honestly, it sounded more like a plot twist than a plan. I was Ms. Independent through and through. So, imagine my surprise when I went from Ms. Independent, fiercely single and proud of it, to Mrs. Doc, with “wife” and “mom” stamped onto my resume. No one ever mentioned the finer details of sharing —sharing space, sharing feelings, and yes, sharing snacks too! But then, life threw a curveball—and suddenly, there I wa...