I am thinking about what it means to write myself as I am. To tell all the bits I’m most afraid of, the parts of me that you may find embarrassing, shameful, annoying, entitled, selfish. Sometimes I am those things.
Twelve years ago, I left my first marriage. Not long after, I dropped my daughter off with my folks and went with an old high school friend …
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