Swapping Newlyweds Next Door ^new^ ✮

But then Jess, who is a chaotic genius with a glass of chardonnay, said: “Okay, too easy. Let’s swap spouses for an hour.”

Mark looked at me. I looked at Jess. We all shrugged. swapping newlyweds next door

My husband, Mark, and I have been married for a grand total of eight months. We are still in the “burning the garlic bread but laughing about it” phase. Last month, a U-Haul pulled up next door, and out stepped another fresh-faced couple, Sam and Jess. They’ve been married for five months. They brought us a bottle of cheap rosé and a plant we will inevitably kill. But then Jess, who is a chaotic genius

Swapping newlyweds next door was weird. It was awkward. It was also the best marriage therapy we didn’t pay for. We all shrugged

“Sam organized our junk drawer,” I replied. “It’s labeled. There’s a section for ‘cords nobody owns.’”

Last Saturday, we decided to do a “Newlywed Game Night.” You know, the one where you guess your spouse’s favorite whatever. It started civilly. Mark guessed my favorite movie was The Notebook . (It’s Die Hard . He should know this.)