First, Chaos

All great changes are preceded by chaos. // i remember standing in the bedroom of my apartment when the full weight of the realization that I married the wrong man – a raging alcoholic – hit me. The vast span of what my life could be like for the next 50 years if I didn’t leave him played out in my head like a bad, 1970s mini series. I refused to go down like that. I asked my girls to gather at my apartment on the day my husband left for a four day weekend, and in 14 hours we packed all my things in preparation for the 7am moving company. I was in shock, but I was doing it. I refused to play the victim.  

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