Melania Trump opens up on her health and …

Melania Trump skipped much of her husband’s campaign,

citing a busy schedule, though her memoir hit No. 1 on the

New York Times list in October.

She won’t live full-time in the White House, fueling speculation about

their marriage. Still, Melania is set to resume her role

as First Lady and reportedly focuses on mental wellness and self-care.

The Trumps, who left the White House in 2020 without greeting the Bidens,

may repeat that unusual handoff when they return..watch below

Melania Trump skipped much of her husband’s campaign,

citing a busy schedule, though her memoir hi

t No. 1 on the New York Times list in October.

She won’t live full-time in the White House, fueling speculation about

their marriage. Still, Melania is set to resume

her role as First Lady and reportedly focuses on mental wellness and self-care.

The Trumps, who left the White House in 2020 without greeting the Bidens

, may repeat that unusual handoff when they return..watch below

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