Choosing Myself at 75! A Quiet Ending and an Unexpected Lesson
After fifty years of marriage, I filed for divorce. Even now, saying it aloud feels almost unreal, like I am borrowing courage that belongs to someone else. I was seventy-five, an age when society expects quiet endurance, not upheaval, when people assume you should sit still, fold your hands, and accept the life you have…
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