I fell in love with a girl when I was 17, separated, went to college, re-connected, got married, moved to NYC, lived in almost every borough, built our careers, had children, moved to the brooklyn suburbs, moved to the real suburbs, went through drug addictions, alcoholisms, body changes, different hair cuts, fell out of love, had affairs, suffered from betrayals, we're mean to each other, stopped being kind, and got a divorce. It's a human experience, it's a lot. This is my side of the story.