--> A year ago today, I was supposed to get married to the man I’d loved for seven years. I was never one of those little girls who dreamed of her wedding day – in fact, it wasn’t until we hit a visa dead end and realized marriage was the best way out that I even let myself believe in the idea of ‘I do’. I grew up with a solid feeling that I would probably wind up married with kids because most people do. I never allowed myself to dream of a Prince Charming, a love of my life, because I was deeply afraid that if I could find someone to love that much, he would never love me back. In fact, I wasn’t even sure someone I didn’t love that much would ever love me back. The best I could allow myself to hope for was to meet someone I liked, who liked me as well, and who would overlook my physical appearance (which I considered to be my biggest flaw) and agree to spend his adult life with me. We would be content, if not googly-eyed in love. Wedding dreams don’t really wor
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