I remember the night we told my kid we were getting divorced. It was a hot summer night in the middle of summer in 2016. I dragged my feet, one heavy step behind another, to the kitchen island where my soon-to-be ex sat with my …
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It’s late June 2016 and I’m using a shaking hand to close the heavy door to my house. Outside, in the stillness of the summer night, I hear the door close on my wife’s car. She drives away, heading to her parents for the night, …
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