Modern.
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This is modern love stories of love, loss, and redemption.
I'm your host, Meghna Chakrabarti.
In the beginning of a relationship we walk in, blissfully ignorant, with no knowledge of the skeletons that may lurk in a lovers closet.
But the true test comes when the doors fly open and those skeletons rattle out.
This weeks essay by Carrie Sandberg takes us into the closet and back out again.
Tony nominated actor Megan Hilty reads us caries essay.
You may recognize her voice from her work on Broadway productions such as Wicked and Noises off.
Here's Megan Hilte reading Carrie Sandberg's essay on the precipice wings spread.
On paper, Theo appeared to be the worst boyfriend possible 41 to my 19, a recovering alcoholic and father to a spirited teenage daughter who lived nearby with his ex wife.
But I didn't realize any of that when we met in the summer of 1992 at the West Chester county health food store where I was working while home from college.
All I knew was that he looked like a young fit.
Jeff Bridges was a graduate student in landscape architecture at Cornell and liked weird seaweed crackers.
Butterflies flapped in my stomach every time he approached my register.
One morning he commented on the Count Basie album I was playing playing on a store stereo, and we discovered our mutual love of big band music.
The next afternoon he walked in and handed me a mixtape.
That Friday we went on our first date over sushi, which I was too embarrassed to admit I'd never had before.
I learned all about his age, his daughter, his drink, and drug filled past.
The only other alcoholic I knew was my father, a violent, watery eyed creature who'd never been sober for twelve consecutive days, let alone twelve years.