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I’ve been married twice. My first husband died.
You know how you don’t know what you don’t know until you experience it?
I didn’t know how unconnected I was in my first marriage.
I had doubts about getting married; everyone told me it was normal. Maybe.
Or maybe the right man was living right down
Siskiyou Blvd and I should run to him. Quickly.
Gain a dozen great years with my destiny!
My first marriage wasn’t a “bad” marriage. I continued my
years-of-living-alone ways and didn’t know what I didn’t know.
We argued in unsatisfying ways, often never getting to the other side of issues.
I many ways I was unhappy, but didn’t know why exactly.
I kept working on myself, a Buddhist pathway.
I met Mitchell nine months after Bob dropped dead.
Mitchell walked in my front door to find me.
I knew and he knew and we were…
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