Thanks to our burgeoning pair bond, we were married in the spring.
I am so fucking sick of hearing about oxytocin.
“Ooh, it’s the love hormone!” I can just imagine some CBS studio exec saying in the next few years or so. “Let’s build a show around a hot, stressed-out lady lawyer who’s an oxytocin addict!” Cue all the accidental bonding and evolutionarily-made-for-each-other shenanigans. Barf.
