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Today is my birthday. I am thirty-five.
As I woke up this morning, swallowing the reality that I am nearly halfway through my life, I asked myself: How did I get here? And maybe more importantly: Where is here?
I am an adult. That’s what thirty-five means. Not a young adult — an adult. An adult with a marriage that feels liable to collapse.
And after evaluating my age, I evaluate that. How this happened. Where it went wrong. There are too many moments to count — I will write about them in the book — but right now I don’t want to examine why or when. I want to look at what it means.
The last few months have gone like this: every ten days or so, we have a fight. He says he can’t do this anymore. I’m too difficult. Too intense. Too much. He wants someone simpler. More normal.
I apologize. For being angry. For being political. For being myself in ways that are hard to live with. I promise to be better. I ask him, for the sake of our children, to try again.
The day before my birthday, he says he wants to call a lawyer.
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