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Let me take you back to January—a chilly month made even colder by the realization that my emotionally abusive husband wasn’t going to change. Not for me, not for himself, not for anyone. So, I finally called it. Marriage: over. Me: exhausted but determined. Him: apparently viewing “I’m done” as “please circle back and try
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When “Prince Charming” Turned Out to Be More Like a Plot Twist Let me tell you about the time I fell in love—with a walking red flag disguised as a bouquet of compliments. He was sweet. He was charming. He said all the right things. He looked like the poster guy for emotionally available single
A Day in the Life of Me 