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for us. We went out with our friends often and attended many concerts, following our favorite alt-rock bands around neighboring states. Nate was also in several bands around town with guys he had grown up with. We lived in a few different apartments in the city, and eventually we added a golden retriever to the mix and bought a 1917 fixer-upper for a steal over in Oakwood. I knew that as great as he was working with his hands, Nate would have it completely remodeled in no time.
    He really did try at first. He started in the kitchen and got about 90% of the way through renovating it then stopped. He moved on to another room that was more exciting, finished about 90% of it and then stopped. Completely. He did this in pretty much every room in the house until I was ready to smother him in his sleep. I used to call him Mr. 90% Man. He never finished anything because he got frustrated or bored with it and left a never-ending trail of sawdust and debris all over the floor in his wake. It seemed he enjoyed the dreaming up and project planning process far more than the actual execution. The repairs he did make took three times longer and were three times more costly than he planned, and eventually I stopped allowing money to be spent on ideas that were never going to come to fruition. That always caused a lot of friction between us, but he was also unwilling to get involved in our finances at all, which forced me to become the gatekeeper and the “dreamkiller” as he lovingly referred to me.
    We eventually married after nearly seven years of being together. It just seemed like the thing to do. Most of our friends were getting married, and we still managed to get along pretty well. It was definitely never the crazy, passionate, romantic sort of love you see in the movies, but I assumed that everyone felt that way after being together for seven years. It had taken him a really long time to propose. I probably should have seen his unwillingness to commit as a red flag. Not that he didn’t love me, but that he was incredibly fearful of change. Any change.
    After three years of marriage, I was ready to have kids. He wasn’t sure, but he said he would leave it up to me to decide when. He was still working for the same place, a small cabinet making company, making about the same amount of money with zero benefits. I had moved around more and ended up with my current company but was making nearly twice as much in salary as when I had started there. Being the planner that I was, I saved up two years’ worth of daycare expenses before I even got pregnant. I read fertility books, took my temperature every day, and timed it out, right down to the Shettles method of getting a girl. So, when I finally got pregnant after about seven months, I was ecstatic. I ran to tell him the good news and he seemed shocked and shouted “What?! How did this happen?” Not exactly the reaction I had hoped for. His shitty attitude put a damper on pretty much my entire pregnancy, and it was a real sore spot for us. He said he wasn’t exactly unhappy about it, just worried about how this was going to change his life.
    Luckily, when Claire was born, she had him wrapped around her finger pretty quickly. She was a gorgeous baby, very happy and a great sleeper, and other than when she was teething, things were pretty good for several years. We went back and forth for months over whether or not we should have another child. I really wanted Claire to have a sibling. After a few months of “seeing what happens,” I got pregnant. Nate, again, seemed surprised by this chain of events. I was starting to think he missed a few videos in middle school health class. I ended up having a miscarriage after just a few weeks. I was upset about it, of course, which only made me more certain that I wanted to have another child. Ruby was born that next year.
    We both had a hard time adjusting to two children. It was a lot more work for me, mentally and physically, just so much