Maybe we can’t always have fun, Ma…But we sure have to try

The funny thing is, his leaving wasn’t such a big deal after all. It didn’t destroy me. It made me stronger. Like him, I can finally admit I was living a lie. I had been miserably unhappy playing the role of a supportive wife to a man who wanted nothing to do with me, and I knew it. His dreams, that I relied upon, didn’t include me. ................
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