The first year of marriage came with a lot of first-time things for us. Like our first kiss, our first airplane ride, the first time we walked on the beach hand in hand and our first real fight.

I remember it well. There we were two people in love and in a disagreement over where we were going to live, a fight began. I didn’t like the way he spoke to me and he didn’t like that I wasn’t going to agree with everything he said. Honestly, I remember thinking, “I don’t like this.”