Wednesday, February 14, 2018 - 5:02pm

When I was a little girl, I had a very clear picture of how my romantic life would turn out. Here’s what would happen: When I was about 18 or 19, I would meet the love of my life. He would come home, meet my parents, impress them and, after a few years of dating, we would get married. It would be an easy and simple system, following a moral code of conduct in parts inspired both by the Bible and the Disney princess movies I was addicted to watching.