I couldn’t allow myself to miss my ex-husband once I’d kicked him out for good. I was having to deal with the aftermath. I had to take care of our kid. I had to find somewhere for us to live. I had to figure out a way to make enough money on my own to afford an apartment in Cambridge so the kid could stay in her school, where she had been thriving, and …
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