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I Was Sixty-Five When My Marriage Ended
I am sixty-five years old now.

Five years ago, after nearly four decades of marriage, my husband walked out of my life.

We were married for thirty-seven years. Long enough to build routines, shared memories, quiet habits that settle into your bones. Long enough that you forget who you were before you became “us.”

When the divorce was finalized at a family courthouse i

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