With the husband I'd called the man of my dreams, I shrunk, folded up inside myself, becoming skittish and fearful. And so my 20s consisted of a happy divorce and a sad divorce, a gay husband and a straight one.
"Few of us marry as our hearts guide," spoke Queen Anne Boleyn in the 1969 film Anne of the Thousand Days. I don't know if the real 16th-century queen said those words, but the notion of marrying for love is fairly recent in historical terms, and even the notion of love itself has changed.
You fall in love, put your frontal lobe in a jar and marry a guy you later on find you don't know all that well. Why? Because the most reliable aspect of falling in love is that you will fall out of it. On average after 18 months, according to scientists.