At 45, my mom finally found love again. After years of being stuck in a cold, unhappy marriage with my dad, their divorce felt like a relief rather than a tragedy. I had grown up watching them argue and drift apart, so when they split, it seemed like both of them could finally breathe again. As time passed, I noticed how lonely my mom was. She tried to hide it, but I could see it in the quiet evenings and the way she avoided talking about her personal life. I kept encouraging her to date again, to give herself another...
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