My Terrible Ex Rules My Life

I prefer an excruciating Nicholas Sparks-authored simulation to reality

Dear Molly,

I’ve been asking this for five years: Why am I here? Here, specifically, is my ex’s house, pretty far away from mine. I get called here when my ex needs someone, anyone, badly enough. (We are married. We’ve been exes since we each moved on over the years. I’m not sure which year or which other relationships signaled each of us moving on.)

So …

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