If you’d told me when I was 25-years old that a few years later I’d meet the man of my dreams—and that I’d eventually, happily, celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary—I would’ve said you were high. Except here I am, freshly turned 50, and doing exactly that this week.
Mind you, I never wanted to get married at all. When you grow up around shitty marriages like I did, it’s easy to wonder why anybody would ever volunteer for that special kind of hell. In fact, I turned my hubby down the first time he asked me to marry him because I didn’t want to marry anybody. Ever.
I’m so glad I finally gave in. Being married has been one of the most wonderful adventures, and its made all my other adventures that much more special. It’s also made me a healthier, stronger, happier person.
Given this is a helluva big milestone year, and I’m a writer romance, I’ve been doing a fair amount of reflecting on my life and marriage. And I decided to share some of the most important lessons I’ve learned over the course of my relationship.
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