I Wish I May, I Wish I Might...

More than ten years ago, prior to meeting my ex, I was in a six-year relationship with a guy I knew I wouldn't marry.

We grew up together, and he became more of a security blanket than someone with whom I saw myself getting married and having children. As the years went on, I realized that he wasn't my type.

I wanted someone who was motivated and driven to succeed. I wanted someone who wanted to experience the finer things in life. I wanted someone who simply wanted more out of life. After I graduated from college, I broke things off and moved to pursue a career in Manhattan.

When I met John, my wish came true. John was exactly what I had been looking for. But the ironic part was that John's motivation and desire to succeed turned out to be a curse.

He was never really happy with what he had. He always wanted more: the bigger house, the fancier car, the dressier clothes, and the list goes on.

In the end, my wish backfired. It really really is true: be careful what you wish for, you might just get it.