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All I wanted now was to hang out with my two teenaged kids and our pets. He’d slathered 100 SPF sunscreen in white streaks across his bald spot, which now counted for most of his head. The skin was translucent from years trapped in the custom-crafted wing tips every law firm partner in Philadelphia seemed to wear. I had tried my damnedest to reach Marty, opening my psyche to him in the therapist’s office, and giving him every drop of love in my body over our years together. One three-word text did not come close to making up for years of neglect and condescension. The next day, Marty conceded, via email, that he’d move out of our house once the children went back to school.
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