I was twenty seven when my marriage ended, and at that time it felt like every piece of my life had fallen apart at once. In Houston, Texas, people did not say cruel words directly to my face, yet I saw the pity in their eyes and heard the careful tone in their voices whenever they spoke to me.
I had no husband beside me, no child in my arms, and no wealthy family stepping in to defend me, and in the quiet spaces between conversations I felt labeled as a woman who had failed.
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