“How can you be broken?” I berate myself. “Nothing bad ever happens to you.” It’s true. I live a mostly-charmed life, especially by global standards. My parents divorced when I was nine but even that worked in my favor when I gained two more tremendous parents, four siblings and additional grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins I would not otherwise have. That also doesn’t begin to cover the long-reaching effects of seeing more marriages from the inside and being able to design what I knew I wanted, and didn’t want, in mine.