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I'm not that

A divorce for a woman....I can only think of 1 word and that's unfair. All I'm trying to do is get past the unevenness of it all. It wasn't my doing yet I'm expected to be crawling on my knees weeping and hidden away from the rest of the world. I am just what this situation made me to be, organically. I did not choose to be here but I am here and I just am like anyone else. Why does a divorce allow you to define  where I should be in life...right now or 10 yrs from now...isn't it so that no matter where we are it's because time brought us there

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