After my marriage split up, a lot of energy went into pretending I was okay in public. I never wrote about what I was going through on Facebook or Twitter, aside from a vague, classy, “conscious uncoupling” announcement.
It was mostly for my kid, who was trying to navigate through the sudden upheaval she’d never seen coming. She lost her home, her dad, t…
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