Most of us do not want to accept this universal truth. We want our relationships to come easily, without bumps and hiccoughs, never mind gutting pain or bottomless challenges or high-altitude hopelessness.
The blonde jumped in front of him and raised her arm, shaking it like an eager student with the right answer. He couldn't let her win and so he jumped right in front of her. She scowled as a car with an "On Duty" sign pulled to the curb.
In the midst of my relationship dramas joy was something I had nearly forgotten about. The men I was drawn to kept me over thinking, under sleeping and consistently anxious. But the pain of it all was comfortably familiar and strangely invigorating.