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You’ll argue over possessions and custody and assets. You’ll bring up each other’s worst moments and point fingers and place blame. You’ll wonder if you ever knew this person you married or if they’ve secretly been a monster the entire time. And then, one day, it will be over. One day, a judge will take
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The peanut gallery had one question: why, after eighteen years with the same man, would you jump into something exclusive with the first guy who took you for a drink? My answer is threefold. And so, it’s clear I have thought through my decision to see where things go with my very first date after
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After I hit town, The Voice asked me to meet for a lunch date. We had continued talking and he asked a lot of questions about the other men I’d talked to, and the one I had met in person. He was one of two people who knew The Cop had come to visit before
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By the end of the weekend, The Cop found me perched on the kitchen counter. He thought I was trying to be sexy, but I was using the cold granite as an ice pack. Our chemistry remained intact until the moment he left. It had gone better than I’d expected, and my house was no
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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
What Happened to Eden 