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Did you all ever see the movie with Gwyneth Paltrow and Ben Affleck, about the guy who gives up his seat on an airplane to a family man trying to get home, ends up dying in a plane crash. Then the guy who gave up the seat ends up with Paltrow?

Stay with me here.

I know it's a really weird, but I saw Christi's post today about Joel being a rebound realtionship and only 6% work out and telling Wendy, you never know what's around the corner and I think

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Cause, Michael and I.....we're an 18 year rebound.

We're the 6%.

Bounce.

I met Michael at my apartment complex the week after I had ended a two year, intense relationship with a young Jewish lawyer.

My heart was broken. I called my aunt who lived only minutes away and spent the night sobbing with dry heaves on my sofa while she held me.

The reference to his religion is relevant. The split was mutual. Basically it boiled down to the fact that neither of us was willing to compromise our heritage or our beliefs.

For whatever reason, in our mid 20's, we could not figure out how to reconcile the two. We knew there would always be external forces chipping away at our union.

So we loved each other enough to let each other go.

Fast forward, one week later. I meet Michael.

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I meet the man with whom I have spent the past 18 years, loving, fighting, bearing two kids, fighting and loving some more.

It's far from perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better than perfection.

So my prayer for you Wendy and Christi is just one word

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