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"One bar brawl, please."
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(A, L)For nine years, we were a model couple. We seldom fought, started building careers, dug ourselves out of debt, and settled in to start a family. We were the pair that our friends looked up to and wanted to emulate. I’d never felt so happy, loved, and secure in my life.
Then, two weeks after we became pregnant with our first child, she told me we were divorcing. She refused to participate in any counseling, and demanded that I sign the divorce papers or she would have me served. No warning, no signs of trouble, no money problems, no infidelity, nothing.
I pleaded with her, begged for the life we’d built together, and for the life growing in her belly. But if she heard any of it, she didn’t care. She told me that she had never loved me, had never been attracted to me, didn’t respect me, and didn’t trust me. It was a lie, of course. A lie she told to me, but more importantly to herself. A lie she continues to tell herself to this day.




"So...I'm recently divorced..."
"The last...the last couple years of the relationship they were getting a little rocky, I'm not gonna lie. I mean they were...there wasn't a lot of intimacy. In fact, it was getting so bad that at one point I just started calling her my Bag of Witholding*. See...see, it's just like a Bag of Holding in that you can stuff all the candy and flowers and compliments and house chores you want into it; you just don't get anything back out of it again, but, you know, it's all right."
*a Bag of Holding is an item from Dungeons and Dragons that is basically a bag containing a portal to a pocket dimension that stores only those items that entered the bag.
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