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It seems as if I always wind up changing my life to be in the relationship. Little things at first, but in the end, what is left.

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Yep. Both times.

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a thrift shop and sent me there to get clothing he would like better than my new, off-the-racks clothing.

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First husband: Oh, ho ho... OUCH! Yes, and after I had our first child, having gained 20 lbs, he wouldn't let me buy clothes because I "was too fat." So what was I supposed to do? Go naked?? I wound up continuing to make rudamentary dresses out of sheets, just like I had when I was pregnant, because, after all, I wouldn't need them after 6 months!

What's this? The Summer of My Discontent?