The start of the 4,532nd season of The Bachelor means my wife has reinstated her ongoing Bachelor viewing parties with some of her female friends. Rather than rolling my eyes and hiding out in my non-existent mancave, I crack a beer and settle in next to her on our couch...because I love my wife, because I'm secure in my masculinity, and -- most importantly -- because I actually enjoy it.
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STYLE & BEAUTY
With all of the monumental heartache, building insecurities and irreparable damage that presents itself after such said rejection, there are still certain instances when you should welcome it -- actually, you should count your lucky stars that you dodged this destructive bullet and the Gods above threw you a bone.