Seriously. “Honeymoon Phase” brings to mind a picturesque scene: paradise following a beautiful commitment ceremony. In reality, the setting was the ICU and we certainly didn’t consent to this lifetime relationship.
“Is she honeymooning?” Well, she’s not staring out at blue-green tropical waters, but her blood glucose levels are bouncing all over the place, so maybe we can liken that to nonstop h–ping.
Right now, we have a very limited time period to get onboard with an overwhelming notion. We stepped out of one life and into another.
Ok, I did have a panic attack right after my wedding, like “Ohmygod! What have I done? The rest of my life?!” For real. Maybe these 2 things actually do have something in common.