I, like a lot of women, spend way too much time analyzing relationships. After a Thanksgiving break spent surrounded by blissful young newlyweds (and a glass of wine too many with an old friend) I started to wonder: Did I miss the boat on finding my Mr. Right? I don’t mean that in an insulting way, like it’s too late. It certainly is not. But is it a different, more complicated relationship? Is your “One, Great Love” the same after there have been some?
Wouldn’t things be simpler if it’s all you’ve ever known? You’d think so. Does the amount of baggage we carry with us proportionally weigh down a new romance? I hope not. Because I’m pretty sure I come with more than a carry-on.
Okay, put a fork in me. I’m done.