Kids, the year was 2006, I was married, Mormon, and obsessed with cardigans. Since I didn’t grow up Mormon, I didn’t have any close friends in the church. Then one day, like a brick to the face, something happened that made me painfully aware of my friendlessness. There was yet another wedding (Mormons love getting married, it’s kind of their thing), which I fully expected to be invited to. The bride, we’ll call her Michelle, had been invited to the super private ceremony for my wedding. She pretty much had no choice but to invite me to hers. So when
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