When the Professor moved in with me, it was a huge move on his part. He was eager to move in (actually, I would have preferred had it not been so rushed, but sometimes the timing demands its own pace), but he was used to having space to himself. I only have a small, two…
Today is May 5th, 2001. Several weeks ago, I received my copies of the final divorce papers. My twenty-second wedding anniversary would have been in two weeks. We never fought. We never cheated on each other. He loved me dearly and will probably never understand why I left him. We never spoke at the dinner…