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This Is How My Childhood Ended

I didn’t notice the moment it happened, but suddenly I couldn’t go back

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The ending began, as these things so often do, with a beginning. That beginning was the start of my relationship with my first husband.

We were both young — so very, very young — when we met. Children, really. Not old enough legally to drink in bars; I wasn’t old…




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