Hey, as far as honeymoons go, I think we're doing alright. Near as I can tell the whole 'Black out, wake up married in an alternate dimension to an alternate version of someone you know pretty well' is generally the kind of thing saved for my nightmares. Unless you end up married to Spider-Man, because then I feel like everyone wins.
So. Honey. When am I taking you out for coffee so we can sort this whole thing out and try and make a little more sense of it?
And in case we're not acquainted where you're from, because this kind of thing happens, Major Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, if that's easier for you.