I am almost thirty-three. When my mother was my age, she was pregnant with my youngest sister, her fifth child. I cannot imagine being a mother—much less a mother of almost five—right now. I was born when my parents were twenty-three and twenty-seven years old. When I was twenty-three, I was pretending to be a college graduate and dating an older, abusive attorney. When I was twenty-seven, I married my ex-husband. I have not written or spoken publicly about the circumstances of my divorce but in order to write what I want to write about today, I have to write about a relatively small slice of the complicated circumstances that led to the dissolution of my marriage.
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