My divorce is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. My nine-year marriage squeaked onto the list at number 10, narrowly edging out the weekend I spent snowed in with a support group for women suffering from sexual addiction. Had the snow plows failed to arrive for a few more days my divorce would have slid into the number two slot and my marriage would never have made the list. But, my marriage did make the list, meaning either I have led an incredibly uneventful life, or, despite my having overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I still believe marriage to be a wonderful institution. I like to believe it s the latter.
Marriage truly is a wonderful institution.
Bonnie secretly believed she could change my sexist, Neanderthal ways, and I believed my sweet, innocent bride would never change. Only one of us was got our wish. If only I'd known the sweet woman I married would someday become her mother s emotional twin. It had to be my fault, or so I once believed. The signs were everywhere.