A friend of mine is 34 years old. She's never been married. She's never really been in love. Her issues are a bit different than mine but she is every bit as good at sabotaging a relationship as I used to be.
Every so often (say, about every 28 days), she gets depressed and despairs of ever finding "the one." One day it was one of those days and this was my bit of wisdom:
As the crow's feet become entire crows and the love handles turn into suitcases, the psyche also undergoes changes. It ages and matures. The paranoia and desperation mellow into something more comfortable and content. Your perspective changes without you recognizing the process. One day you wake up and realize that (1) you are older and (2) you are happier. And it's a whole lot easier to find your other half when your own half is complete.
I also suggested she take a pint of chocolate ice cream and call me in the morning . . .
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