Not perfect, but solid. Predictable in a way that felt earned. I had been married for nearly three decades, raised my children, built a career, and learned how to absorb loss without letting it destroy me. I thought the era of life-altering revelations was behind me. I was wrong. Two weeks ago, my company announced a “restructuring.” That was the word they used when they told me my position no longer existed. Twenty years of loyalty reduced to a severance packet and a carefully rehearsed expression of sympathy from a man young enough to be my son. I drove home...
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