I received a copy of a book called The Real Secrets Women Only Whisper and found in it a bit of sage dating wisdom I liked.
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In one section, author Donna Estes Antebi talks about what she calls ”The Glass Slipper Theory,” in love, explaining that if that glass slipper doesn’t fit, then he’s not your prince. (And guys, glass boots sometimes don’t fit either.) “Getting along with each other shouldn’t be difficult, especially in the beginning of a relationship,” says Antebi. I couldn’t agree more. I’ve heard too many women and men talk about how proud they are of surviving as a couple even though they fight all the time and butt heads all the time. If you’re having those issues in the first three years, can you imagine how the next thirty will feel? What kind of life is that? So take these wise words from Antebi:
“As much as you want to be Cinderella, you can’t stretch a glass slipper. If the slipper doesn’t easily fit, you will find that trying to walk in them on the rocky road of life only gets increasingly difficult as the years go by. Somewhere along the way, the slipper is bound to break.”
Whether you’re a Cinderella or a Cinder-fella, the advice still holds true: Getting along shouldn’t be a battle. Look for the relationship that makes it all feel easy.
Have you ever found yourself sucked into one of those relationships? The ones where the slipper didn’t fit and you tried far too hard to try to make it so?
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I have absolutely been in one of those relationships. When I ended it, I used the analogy of trying to fit a round peg in a squre hole. It seemed like it might work, but it never would.
Hey Erin! Isn’t it funny how we always see that stuff in retrospect, how the peg just wasn’t fitting? I’m hoping this post can be a reminder to all of us that sometimes things don’t need to be as hard as we sometimes let them. Relationships (in love, with friends) are supposed to add, enhance and nourish our lives, not turn us into tired and frustrated loons.
—Amy