The first few weeks of marriage were a dream. I decorated our little apartment with cheap, vibrant flowers from the market and hung my mother’s old, lace-trimmed curtains on the windows, a small piece of my old home in my new one. Darren and I would sit on our lumpy, second-hand couch after dinner and plan our future like two kids playing house. He wanted to open his own auto shop someday, a place with his name on the sign. I wanted a home just big