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I found a house, which felt like a miracle and was only possible with the help of my parents who are real estate pros and decided what I needed while I was stumbling around in a fog. Good schools, safe neighborhood, low maintenance since I would be alone and very busy, etc. We found a
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My family was acting hysterical. I was staying with my sister who was convinced I would be murdered as soon as I left the house. My parents asked if I was really ready to go out with another man after being married so long, and all I could say was, “I have no idea. Don’t
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Back home after a long week away to find my footing, the kids went back to school and I filled out legal paperwork between packing boxes and house hunting online. Originally, we agreed to a simple divorce with a mediator for as little money as possible. Then I found out she’d been in my home.
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We had to start telling people. I told my husband I didn’t want him to tell our kids we’d just fallen out of love, because I didn’t want them to think we could just fall out of love with them at some point, too. He did not consult me when deciding what to say, however,
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It turns out you can ask your husband to leave his own house. I didn’t initially insist he leave because I was a stay at home and his name was on the mortgage – what right did I have to tell him to leave his house? When it was clear he would continue his affair,
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In an effort not to be an hysterical nag, I let major red flags go. All of these things and more came rushing back to me when I finally found out he was in fact having an affair. All the little (and huge) things that had happened over the past two years that gave me
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People are supposed to change. You shouldn’t be the same person at forty that you were at eighteen. Your values generally remain constant, though. We started dating in college. Both of us had ugly breakups, and we got together to nurse each other’s wounds. I needed him to love me so I could love myself.
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I lie in bed, flushed and content, stretching my legs in a tangle of sweaty sheets. He strokes my thigh and tries to calm his breathing. This is what it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be fun. This is what I’ve missed all these years. Eighteen years, to be exact. Things get stale after
What Happened to Eden 