satisfied, and went back to his addition.
I looked at my own life—the small, honest, hard-won life I’ve built from the wreckage of a man’s ego and my own silence. It isn’t a colonial mansion or a Porsche. It doesn’t impress people at dinner parties. It doesn’t have five bedrooms we don’t need or a mortgage we can’t afford.
It’s better.
It’s mine.
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