When married friends and family asked I felt different after getting married I would always tell them no. We dated for a year and had been living together for three months. Our relationship had survived a three family fights, two bridesmaids replacements, one being the maid-of-honor, and a roommate relocation that turned best friends into mortal enemies. We had been through The Gauntlet with our bus intact. They always ask if you feel different with a smile. An evil smile. They don’t tell you it takes about two months to get to the good stuff.