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A few months after my ex left, sometime in late January, I was sitting around, minding my own business and rebuilding my life. And then WHAM! I got a hostile text from my ex saying that the paralegal he hired for our divorce had been trying (unsuccessfully) to serve me with divorce papers.

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Once I had sufficiently avoided the panic of never being loved again by embracing the fairytale, I then wanted to watch things that were a tad bit more realistic. I needed to watch someone hurting like I was hurting, and feel comforted or amused by how they were handling it. So I turned to heartbreak movies.

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“Where’s daddy?” My beautiful baby girl asked nonchalantly, without even looking at me. She was shuffling toys around trying to decide which one to play with next. She was clearly expecting a quick and easy answer that would confirm what she suspected - that he’d be back any moment. Little did she know that was not the case.

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There was a relatively short period of time wherein I was completely unsure of the fate of my marriage. In that time, I was desperately trying to figure out what was happening, why it was happening, what was going to happen, and how I could change it. In conversations with family and friends, there was one common response I kept getting - “oh, he’ll be back.”