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When do you admit that it’s past the point of repair? Past the point of putting the other person first? Past the point of dropping hints or simply flat-out asking why he doesn’t bother with things like flowers anymore? But it’s not only flowers, and she knows it, admitting this, coming to the realization that she is losing him, or has lost him, just seems so surreal. Silently living in a fractured marriage, at the edge of all she has ever known. Ahead lies darkness, fear and the certainty of the freedom she fears most and desperately desires, simultaneously.
The Memory Cellar 
Been there, too…seeing the abyss and choosing to ignore it until there is nothing left but to fall inside the emptiness.
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Well said. I can only hope that the emptiness was fuller than you thought.
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This line is powerful, Kay: “Silently living in a fractured marriage, at the edge of all she has ever known.” And the one that follows rings true.
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Powerful piece. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading. I appreciate the kind words.
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Sometimes, falling out while sitting on that edge is better than staying in. Powerful story there.
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Sage advice. Thank you for reading
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