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As agonizing as the divorce process can be, most of us come out the other side with relatively little permanent damage. In fact, after we’ve had time to gain some perspective, many of us feel that we’re actually stronger than we were before.
I’m (mostly) in that camp. In fact, I’ve been trying to decide whether [...]
During grad school, a slightly older man (maybe all of 30) showed some not-so-subtle interest in me. He was a good-looking guy and was a friend-of-a-friend, which is always a nice perk in an at-least-I-know-he-doesn’t-have-a-criminal-record kind of way. BUT. As soon as I heard the D-word, I was out. Divorced was a deal-breaker.
In my 24-year-old [...]
“Dissolution of marriage” is lawyer-speak for divorce, and if you’ve ever had to appear in court to end a marriage, you’ll probably agree that the jargon feels quite appropriate. Technical, yes. But accurate. Consult your friendly online dictionary, and you’ll find that “dissolution” means the act or process of dissolving. The more detailed entry includes [...]
After my parents and I swept the floors and took out the trash, we bid adieu to the rental house I had shared with my soon-to-be-ex-husband. Mom, Dad, and Tucker headed west for Minnesota, leaving me alone to wrap up loose ends. My divorce hearing would be held at the county courthouse the next afternoon, [...]
It was the beginning of September, and I’d been hiding out at my parents’ house for a couple of weeks, only venturing out for attempts at running. I say “attempts” because I would put on running clothes, get Tucker on his leash, and leave with admirable intentions, only to find myself wandering at a snail’s [...]
Believe it or not, I went to church on the Sunday following my Catholic beat-down. My parents encouraged me to join them at the campus chapel where I got married, and I fell for [...]
After I left my husband, I was showered with e-mails and calls of the I’m-here-for-you ilk. It was so affirming to have an inbox full of the best intentions, but it was obvious that failed-marriage sympathy was uncharted territory for my twentysomething [...]
John thought he might smooth things over with a little Chipotle and some good old-fashioned ass-kissing. I nervously devoured my burrito, nodding on cue and making appropriate responses in feigned acquiescence. After a quick kiss goodbye on University Avenue, I made what I now think of as the best move of my life. The fight-or-flight [...]
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