When your boyfriend of a few years breaks up with you via text message while he's drunk in Atlanta as you actively move your socks into an emptied drawer in his apartment, do not fret. Still call him every name in the book because he deserves to hear it. Just don't worry so much about what comes after that text message and the name calling. You will recover. He will keep his word and put forth continuous effort to avoid being-- in your words after the text message in question-- such a "spineless mother fucker." He will become one of the best men you've ever known. He will always have your back. He will stand strong and see you through some of your darkest days. He will still make mistakes and so will you-- some bigger than others-- but you will no longer regret that text message, if only because what comes after that text message is so much more important than whatever came before it.
Long after the humiliation fades and that unfortunate situation becomes an inside joke the two of you can both laugh at, you will find yourself lying wide awake in the dark of night beside that same sleeping man in a human Tetris pile with three tiny souls who use your thighs and stomachs as pillows and your ribs as a punching bag. You will feel crowded. You will wish for more personal space. For a single second, you will decide that you miss the days when your only problem was your boyfriend breaking up with you with a text message as you moved your underthings into his beat up Ikea dresser.
You will look again at the man with the dark hair and the bad jokes and the light eyes that have always given away his smile, and it'll become obvious that it will never, ever be any better than it is in that moment. Listening to your middle baby snore and wildly flail her arms in her sleep... watching your son' bottom lip quiver... becoming alarmed at just how obscenely long your oldest daughter' legs have gotten recently.
As you alternate staring at the three beautiful babies haphazardly layered between you and the man with a rogue toddler foot beside his right cheek and your own worn, soft body that housed and birthed and sustained them, it will occur to you that very few I told you so's will ever feel as good as this one.