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Well, you could say my marriage is over because of therapy. I don't see it that way though. I decided I didn't want to be miserable anymore. Stbx, on the other hand is perfectly happy being miserable. Long story short, we are just not compatible anymore. You either grow together or grow apart. We grew apart.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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