“Sorry I Can’t Marry You, I’m Trying To Kill My Spleen.”
Or, how one of the more extreme stories of my life can tell you a lot about commitment and fear.
Joss* got himself into some shit.
At first glance, he has everything a guy wants — kinda. He has a decent career, his own apartment in New York City, and he has a fiancee named Emma*.
Emma is, by many definitions, a catch. She has her own business designing cute tee shirts. It’s expanding into pants soon. She is a…