It’s a rite of passage as a twentysomething single: You’re sitting at a bar waiting for your coupled-up friends, or standing patiently for a take-away coffee on a lonesome Sunday morning. In your moment of solitary weakness, you receive a message from a friend: “Hey! How are you? We haven’t spoken in a while,” it reads. “I have some exciting news!” Here we go, you think. “We’re getting married.” And there we have it.
Beyond the initial stages of glee for your friend and the positive reinforcement you offer (yes, of course they are doing the right thing by marrying the love of their life in
