


After a year of courtship, a legal union dressed as pirates, and 8 tumultuous years…my marriage is ending. The thing that was never going to happen to me is happening. It was my call, but that doesn’t make it painless. It doesn’t mean I don’t love him, either. It just means that living conditions became unbearable for me and I had to make a change.
Because sometimes… even as much as we want to continue holding the bowl, there comes a time when we need to know our own limits, and recognize when it’s time to let go and move on.
Love comes in all shapes and sizes, and sometimes the shapes and sizes include disabilities, big and small. We’re exploring love in many forms with first-hand accounts from the frontlines of dating, marriage, intimacy and friendship, all with people living—and loving—with disabilities or challenges like long-distance romance.