I loved everything about marriage. I loved having a companion to wake up with and have barbecues with. But things happen and people grow apart.
It's not good to throw back scotch with a new fetus.
There's nothing worse than being disappointed in somebody.
Isn't it weird that I'm getting all emotionable?
I don't ever really feel that wearing my wedding ring is what determines me being married or not.
I think it's ironic that I fell in love with a man I thought I would never be interested in because he's an athlete. I was always, 'An athlete? Heck no.'