Preface: This (my) opinion is coming from a woman who identifies cisgender and heterosexual.
In the throes of my divorce, I couldn’t fully grasp what went awry in my pursuit of the white picket fence. I never not wanted to be married. Disney movies later turned romcoms shaped and affirmed my desire to create a version of my own. But I would have been better equipped having watched The Marriage Story than The Little Mermaid. Why – when I had myself a home, husband, baby, and budding career – did it feel all wrong?