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I missed Mark’s chaos. I missed him dropping a bag of flour and yelling “TACTICAL NUKE INBOUND!”

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.

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“She doesn’t use a dishwasher,” he whispered. “She hand-washes each plate like it’s a baby bird.”

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

Let me explain the title before my mom calls me in a panic.

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.) Last month, a U-Haul pulled up next door,

When the hour was up, we swapped back. Mark came through the door looking shell-shocked. He was holding a piece of paper with “Jess’s 5-Step Breathing Ritual” written on it.