When I was 20, I married my high school sweetheart. We graduated from college and went to live in France for a year, where I was teaching English at a lycee and he did some tutoring. I came home pregnant, started law school, and Kathleen was born over Christmas break. I was 23, the same age my mother was when she had me. When I was 25, I got a divorce. Marriage was the first big thing at which I failed.