But we were in love and these little details did not seem to matter much…

I met my first husband when I was 23. He was the tall, gorgeous man at the bar, and I was chugging a bottle of Moët in my black graduation robe. He swept me off my feet and we got married 3 months later. At 30, he did not have a steady office job, but he was glamorously occupied as a ski instructor and white water rafting guide. Nonchalantly, he let me know that his painting and decorating business had gone bankrupt a few months ago, but he was going back to university to earn a business degree.