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The Danger of Parallel Lives

During our second year of marriage, my wife and I lived back to back. We had moved to the Twin Cities so she could attend her Masters of Nursing program, and I picked up a job tending bar to pay for our (then) small monthly bills. The program was intense, demanding late nights of study and long days of classes and practicum, which left us little time together. That, and my meager income didn’t allow for many dates, since even grabbing takeout would blow our budget.

Between the two, it seemed that our lives were a recipe for stress and anxiety, which isn’t exactly the best... read more