The 20-Year-Old Me Punches Me

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The day my husband, Jake, brought his 20-year-old self home, I, at 30, watched him burst from the bedroom and punch himself square in the jaw, tears streaming down his face.

"No wonder she wants a divorce! You're treating my future wife like crap!"

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Jake's unexpected return meant I had to shove 20-year-old Jake into the closet.

Thirty-year-old Jake was in the entryway, setting down a plastic bag of meat and veggies, loosening his tie as he kicked off his shoes.

Spotting the pair of men