My husband got angry that I was working and didn’t serve dinner on time, suggested we live apart and “think.” Without him it felt so good — I got divorced.
I stared at my phone for a long time. Alexey was calling for the third time that evening, but I didn’t pick up. The time on the screen read half past ten. Before, at that hour, I’d already be washing the dinner dishes, wiping down the table, hanging up the laundry. Now I was sitting […]
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