So here’s my unsolicited advice to anyone fresh out of divorce: don’t look for a prince. Look for someone who knows what they want, including you. Marry the guy who calls the shots, brings flowers without being asked, and expects you to be yourself—even if yourself is a little scarred and sarcastic. The Godfather might not whisper sweet nothings, but he’ll whisper, “I got you, kid,” and mean it.
And really, isn’t that the whole point? After the mess of divorce, you don’t need a soulmate. You need a general, a co-pilot who’s already checked the map and bought the snacks. You need someone who sees your chaos and thinks, “That’s a good negotiation.” Oh, and always order the veal parm. He’s right. You’ll love it.
