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.
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By Kristin Koch for YourTango.com
I never had any hesitation that Andy was the one for me or that we would spend the rest of our lives together. A...
My grandmother once told me that real love is not those champagne moments filled with fireworks. Rather, real love is a reassuring whisper in the dark of night.
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