We were to meet the first time at a housewarming party.
Jill (the “girlfriend”) and I (the “ex-wife”) felt the weight of the titles we held — titles neither of us expected in life nor wanted, titles fully loaded with assumptions and negative connotation. Surely, the ex-wife was a woman scorned; surely, the girlfriend was a home wrecker. Neither were true, yet I still felt the weight of others’ assumptions and expectations. We were supposed to hate each other in a way that…
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. – William H. Mauldin
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