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Author: Nicholas Sparks

If I were wise, I would have listened to my father when he asked me whether I was sure I should strike out on my own and start my own advertising company when I was thirty-five years old.

If I were wise, I would have listened to my mom when she told me to spend as much time with London as I could, since kids grow up so fast, and you can never get those years back.

But like I said, I’m not a wise man, and because of that, my life pretty much went into a tailspin. Even now, I wonder if I’ll ever recover.

Where does one begin when trying to make sense of a story that makes little sense at all? At the beginning? And where is the beginning?

Who knows?

So let’s start with this. When I was child, I grew up believing that I’d feel like an adult by the time I was eighteen, and I was right. At eighteen, I was already making plans. My family had lived paycheck to paycheck, and I had no intention of doing the same. I had dreams of starting my own business, of being my own boss, even if I wasn’t sure what I was actually going to do. Figuring that college would help steer me in the proper direction, I went to NC State but the longer I was there, the younger I seemed to feel. By the time I collected my degree I couldn’t shake the notion that I was pretty much the same guy I’d been in high school.

Nor had college helped me decide on the kind of business I’d start. I had little in the way of real-world experience and even less capital, so deferring my dream, I took a job in advertising for a man named Jesse Peters. I wore suits to the office and worked a ton of hours and yet, more often than not, I still felt younger than my actual age might indicate. On weekends, I frequented the same bars I did in college, and I often imagined that I could start over as a freshman, fitting right in with whatever fraternity I happened to join. Over the next eight years there would be even more changes; I’d get married and purchase a house and start driving a hybrid but even then, I didn’t necessarily always feel like the adult version of me. Peters, after all, had essentially taken the place of my parents – like my parents, he could tell me what to do or else – which made it seem as though I was still pretending. Sometimes, when sitting at my desk, I’d try to convince myself: Okay, it’s official. I’m now a grown-up.

That realization came, of course, after London was born and Vivian quit her job. I wasn’t quite thirty years old and the pressure I felt to provide for my family over the next few years required sacrifice on a scale that even I hadn’t expected, and if that isn’t being a grown-up, I don’t know what is. After finishing at the agency – on days when I actually made it home at a reasonable hour – I’d walk through the door and hear London call out, “Daddy!” and always wish that I could spend more time with her. She’d come running and I’d scoop her up, and she’d wrap her arms around my neck, and I’d remind myself that all the sacrifices had been worth it, if only because of our wonderful little girl.

In the hectic rush of life, it was easy to convince myself that the important things – my wife and daughter, my job, my family – were going okay, even if I couldn’t be my own boss. In rare moments, when I imagined a future, I would find myself picturing a life that wasn’t all that different than the one I was currently leading, and that was okay, too. On the surface, things seemed to be running rather smoothly, but I should have taken that as a warning sign. Trust me when I say that I had absolutely no idea that within a couple of years, I’d wake in the mornings feeling like one of those immigrants on Ellis Island who’d arrived in America with nothing but the clothes on their back, not speaking the language, and wondering, What am I going to do now?

When, exactly, did it all begin to go wrong? If you ask Marge, the answer is obvious: “It started going downhill when you met Vivian,” she’s told me more than once. Of course, being Marge, she would automatically correct herself. “I take that back,” she would add. “It started way before that, when you were still in grade school and hung that poster on your wall, the one with the girl in the skimpy bikini with the big bahoonas. I always liked that poster, by the way, but it warped your thinking.” Then, after further consideration, she would shake her head, speculating, “Now that I think about it, you were always kind of screwed up, and coming from the person who’s always been regarded as the family screwup, that’s saying something. Maybe your real problem is that you’ve always been too damn nice for your own good.”

And that’s the thing. When you start trying to figure out what went wrong – or, more specifically, where you went wrong – it’s a bit like peeling an onion. There’s always another layer, another mistake in the past or a painful memory that stands out, which then leads one back even further in time, and then even further, in search of the ultimate truth. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stopped trying to figure it out: The only thing that really matters now is learning enough to avoid making the same mistakes again.

To understand why that is, it’s important to understand me. Which isn’t easy, by the way. I’ve been me for more than a third of a century, and half the time, I still don’t understand myself. So let me start with this: As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to believe that there are two types of men in the world. The marrying type, and the bachelor type. The marrying type is the kind of guy who pretty much sizes up every girl he dates, assessing whether or not she could be The One. It’s the reason that women in their thirties and forties often say things like All the good men are taken. By that, women mean guys who are ready, willing, and able to commit to being part of a couple.

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