When my husband told me he wanted a divorce, he did it the same way he did everything difficult in the last year of our marriage: without looking me in the eye.
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It was a Tuesday evening in early October. I remember because the soup on the stove was still simmering, and our daughter, Emma, was upstairs finishing a science project involving the solar system and a shocking amount of glitter. The house smelled like onions and rosemary. Ordinary things. Familiar things. The kind of things that make you believe your life is stable, even when it is already cracking underneath you.