My love life had hit a wall—and her name was Natasha. But maybe Charlotte was right. In the story of this affair, I was not the starlet, I was the harlot. I was the “other woman” who had broken up a relationship I knew nothing about. I couldn’t help but wonder: Can you ever really understand someone else? When you’re writing the story of your life, is there only room for one star? Well, sometimes fate throws you into someone else’s movie and you realize the rest of the world is more than your supporting cast. In life, there are no side characters—just stars of different stories. Because if I was so much more than the “other woman,” then I had to admit that Natasha was so much more than my wall. And maybe what was blocking me—was me. #CarrieDragshaw