There is No Happily Ever After
I married the love of my life, but it’s no fairy tale.
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5 min readOct 18, 2019
I met my husband when I was fourteen years old, and he was nineteen. He was British, beautiful, an artist, and I was just a delinquent Texan goth gal with a teenage crush. Of course it was the accent. Of course nothing ever happened, because I was a kid and he was a decent guy. He moved back to London when I was sixteen…