Before we came across my now spouse, we had a reasonable number of breakups. Sometimes, I think about these ill-fated relationships of mine. We line them up in my own imagination like seashells, studiously inspecting the cracks and holes in even the tiniest husks myself, “What went wrong there as I ask? Why did this once living, breathing relationship die?”

They are the concerns we most likely must have been asking myself when you look at the wake of every breakup, but which wasn’t quite feasible, because the moment one relationship finished I’d wait about one period before tossing myself in to the next ultra romance that is serious. I became a textbook serial monogamist whom just declined become solitary for long. Continue reading →