I’m at that age now where you’ll have to forgive me if I’m repeating stories… Anyway, I was 19 and Mark, my piano accompanist, called me from Boston and urged me to come up. He said there were plenty of places to perform and I could crash with him. But when I told my boyfriend I was planning to go, he asked me to marry him. (I wasn’t expecting that!) So even though getting married was the farthest thing from my mind, I got married because I was afraid of hurting my boyfriend’s feelings. How’s that for codependent?
Please come to Boston
