This morning, I woke up in bed, alone, my legs twisted up in the slate gray comforter. The windows were wide open, shades down, and the bedroom was cool and dark. I remembered at once, tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I will be divorced, officially.
It had been more than a full year that I have been living alone with my children. More than one year since I wrestled off my wedding ring. The air in my room, the room that was mine, only, now, smelled of old wood and wet lawn. I let my m…
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To fight a bull when you are not scared is nothing. And to not fight a bull when you are scared is nothing. But to fight a bull when you are scared is something. – Unknown Author
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