I don’t know if I have mentioned it on this site before, but the first time that I had sex with my husband was…on our wedding night. Call me naive or old-school or archaic or whatnot, but we both share a faith that encourages you to wait until you are married in order to engage in “relations.”

Thanks to a quick run to the drugstore by a good friend of mine on the morning of my wedding to procure, um, a certain substance, our wedding night was pretty fantastic. As have been every marital encounter since then.

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A few weeks ago I emailed a friend to thank her for a professional opportunity she had set me up with. In the midst of our email exchange, she told me that she and her husband had recently separated. I did not know exactly what to say, so I said what came naturally.

I’m sorry.

She wrote back to thank me for saying the perfect thing. So many people had asked her, “What went wrong?” or “What happens now?” All I could think to say was that I was sorry, and she appreciated it.

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