I went camping with my (yes, it's official) boyfriend and had exactly two "fights" in a matter of five days. I spoke to my friend from the sixth grade about it and realized what an embarrassment I am to myself. Here I thought I was so advanced at life (which is I guess what happens when you've had ten years of therapy and 12-step programs and you start believing that there might be some place to arrive in relationships, like A.P. English or the Olympics or Harvard.) So here I thought I was in an Advanced Placement Relationship cuz I've "worked on myself," (i.e., stumbled into adulthood after a fifteen year adolescence) only to discover that I still have more in commone with a 17-year-old sorrority pledge than my "normal" married friends (i.e., those friends who look at me like I'm crazy when I discuss my latest therapy session).

Here's what we fought about:

1) an old girlfriend

2) whether he appreciates the recent fullness of my figure (i.e. "does he think I'm fat?!")

The image I had of myself as a feminist warrior has been completely shattered.

Just for today, I accept my remedial side in relationships.