I think I married mine more out of insecurity, excitement, and convenience - I just didn't know it. He almost seemed like the logical stepping stone from my degree to the career I thought I'd have. Obviously that didn't pan out...I know I really enjoyed our first six months together, but when you're 22 and swept away with paid-for vacations you couldn't never have imagined, that probably clouds whatever judgment usually governs "love". Maybe I loved the idea of what I would be with him by my side - the reality, especially 16 years later - is far different.