I would be a great guest for you on your podcast. My book, "Are Relationships For Suckers?" will be out shortly. It has been 7 years in the making, much of the content from my Quora.com posts with almost 34 million views and thousands of compliments and upvotes, and from 54 years with my own beloved who has shared in my life's journey. I wrote it to help those in unnecessary pain, heartbreak and lost. All profits from the book are going to charity. How can I not be passionate about helping the world understand love and nurturing more of it every day in their own lives? BUT I’ve been writing for seven years now, sharing what I thought was wisdom about love, marriage, and how to make it last a lifetime. And then this weekend… we had a blowout. Not a small disagreement, not something tidy and resolved before bedtime. We went to sleep angry, really, really angry., the kind of anger that sits on your chest and refuses to soften, even after all these years. Fifty-four years of marriage, and there we were. Still capable of hurting each other. Still capable of not understanding each other. Still capable of holding onto anger and frustration without resolution. It shook me more than I expected. Because I’m the one who’s been telling people how to do this right. I call him my beloved, and I still believe in that word with everything I have, but the truth is, I didn’t know a damn thing about love when I married him. Not really. I was sensitive, particular… easily hurt. And suddenly I was sharing a life with someone… completely, intimately—without any idea of how to actually do that well. We were passionate, yes, wildly so. We fought hard, loved hard, and made up just as intensely. The make up sex was amazing! At the time, that’s what I thought love looked like. It took me a long time to realize that staying up until 2 a.m., trying to win an argument, wasn’t building a loving relationship—it was quietly wearing it down. After our fight this weekend, I found myself going all the way back to the beginning.