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I used to be a bigger dick or a younger dick than I am now.
I would reach out like a drowning freak to my first husband. It makes me cry (god, what doesn't when I scratch) to recall how broken I was then... so broken...
Especially when it was fresher. "It's not that I don't LOVE you or didn't think it would work. I just don't know kentsugi - nor do I find that technique all that fabulous yet. I suppose I'm not enlightened..."
It was the same with both of them. A part of me killed them both. Could I possibly have any love for Andrew the same way? I might have pity if that counts.
Yet, it's super cool that we're done. Andy and I not a speck of contact besides the embers of dissolution.
In contrast the original spouse didn't enjoy it, yet he took my calls. I remember when he sent me a gift of The National. Like literally emailed me the album on iTunes.
I'm going to break your heart....
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