I Fell In Love With a Golden Boy

Here’s the reason I did

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I remember sitting in my counselor’s office and hearing I had married a Golden Boy.

All I could think was, “Yay for me!”

Don’t you love him? Everyone does? He’s handsome, funny, charming, successful, and an all-around great guy. How did I get so lucky? Isn’t everyone putting him on a pedestal?

The short answer…

No.

I zoned out when my marriage counselor attempted to explain the roles we play in less than functional families. It turns out marriage counseling would be about me, not just him.

I wasn’t interested in self-discovery.

I had come to blame him.

Doesn’t everyone?

Don’t lie.

I’m not the only person who arrived at couples counseling to learn about, you know, the ‘other person.’ The real problem in the relationship. Not innocent ‘ole’ me.

In my defense, not that many people come from a healthy family dynamic.

Personally, I never stood a chance. With my big Irish, Catholic family. Let’s just say the odds were against me.

What’s that saying? “If you’re lucky enough to be Irish.”