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My mother was in the hospital, in a coma, and the next day, we were going to pull the plug on life support. My best friend from work, who my mother had taken under her wing and who was very close to her, came to say her goodbyes with me at the hospital because I wasn’t brave enough to do it alone. We stood there holding each other’s hands with one hand, and my mother’s with the other, weeping. Then we went back to my apartment, put my 1 1/2-year-old son to bed, and ordered my husband a pizza for dinner because I couldn’t bring myself to cook. My friend and I sat out back, and we smoked, cried, and hugged. When my then-husband came home, he was cold and curt with my friend until she left, and when we got back inside, I was still a sniffling ball of mourning. He proceeded to berate me for not having her gone before he got home because they didn’t get along. He yelled so loud and so long that my son woke up.”
“Then, when I got the baby back to sleep, and I was lying in bed crying, he came in and said, ‘Do you want me to go down on you? I know it helps you sleep.’ That was the moment I realized I didn’t love him anymore, and that he didn’t love me either. It took about a year and a half for us to finally split for good, but our marriage had been garbage for its duration. Been two years since the breakup, and I’ve never once thought I made the wrong choice.”
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