I got married the first time because I loved him, and at 26, I was ready to be a grownup, with a husband and everything. I didn’t think that decision through or contemplate what being married might be like. It lasted a year.
I got married the second time because I loved him, and at 31, I was ready to be a grownup, really ready this time. I had an idea of what our married life would look like (or so I thought) and was committed to making it work—and it did, for almost 20 years. Until it didn’t.
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