Choosing Myself at 75: A Quiet Ending and an Unexpected Lesson
After 50 years, I filed for divorce. The sentence still feels unreal when I say it out loud, like it belongs to someone braver, someone younger. For decades, I told myself that distance, silence, and compromise were simply the price of marriage. But somewhere along the way, I stopped breathing freely. Our children were grown,…
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