You fell in love with Brooke, a girl you sat next to in civics in high school. A major 3rd/4th wave feminist, she took multiple proposals, but eventually she agreed to marry you.

She's always had some...Progressive values, but after she heard about a recent change to the Selective Service Act due to rising global tensions, one which also forced women to apply under certain conditions, she's been backtracking quite a bit on some of her values, leaving many of new favorite subreddits and reading up on WW2 history. A renascence, if you will.

You wake up one morning to the smell of breakfast cooking instead of marijuana, and you head upstairs (she insisted that the master bedroom be in the basement) to find her, in her grandmother's old dress and an apron, making some charred pancakes with Fruity Pebbles and mini marshmallows inside.

"O-oh! Hey, honey," she says, taking a swig of heavily creamed coffee. Hm, no filler words or vocal fry today. "I, uh, I'm making us breakfast! This bacon stuff's really good!"

She peels a strip of bacon off of the griddle and shoves it in her mouth as Fox & Friends plays in the background along with the beeping smoke alarm, making a double thumbs up gesture at you with a cheesy smile. You notice that the unnaturally-colored dye in her hair has now been reduced to a single streak, and her pentacle necklace is now a Petrine Cross necklace...And is that an A1F magazine on the table?