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| It was worth waiting for the best guy in the world. |
I've always felt more outsider than insider: professionally I freelanced for about 20 years before I ever took the corporate job. My clothes are from thrift stores and funky boutiques; I'm not really a Macy's girl. My family is about as far from normal as you can get. And when it comes to marriage, I waited until 42 to sign my name on a paper and pledge to be the best girlfriend ever -- forever.
I was the only one I knew who took this long to get that ring on (I was dead last in my class to get married, which caused endless hilarity at our 20-year reunion), it appears this could be a trend. According to a post in Strollerderby, more women and marrying later and divorcing less.
Maybe it's because we skipped the starter marriage, or maybe it's because we're better tuned in to what we want in a partner and how to compromise in a relationship. In any event, it's nice to know we're keeping it together, 40licious style.
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