I had a nice long list of things I was looking for in my perfect man.
I wanted my husband to love travel, to dance, to be taller than me, to be intelligent, etc etc etc.
This on the other “perfect” person made me forget that I’m actually an imperfect person who he’s going to marry, and that I might make his life a ton of work.
Of course I’m going to make his life difficult. I’m high-maintenance, I tell myself, but I’m so worth it!
I realized I had some of my priorities backwards, and I wrote about this article for Boundless.org.
