In the trenches of my worst behavior and my most grievous failures as a human being, I made a friend. She was, and is, my ex-husband's wife.
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"Why can't you be more like Christian Grey?" I whined, in the same way my daughter asks things like, "Why you can't be more like Jessie's mom? She keeps ice cream cones in her house."
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