My Husband Chose His Mistress And My Family Closed The Door On Me And My Children

had taken without ever telling me about it. It showed me standing at the gas station on the very first night, hair soaked through, sweater clinging to my shoulders, the children buckled safely into the car behind me under the harsh fluorescent lights of pump number six. I looked utterly exhausted in that picture.

But I was still standing.

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