After 47 years of marriage, my husband declared he wanted a divorce and a life of freedom. When I, stunned, asked if he was serious, he simply smirked and said, “Come on, Nicky!
You can’t say you didn’t see this coming. We both know there’s nothing left between us.
I don’t want to waste my remaining years sulking around. I want to live, be free, and maybe even find someone. . .
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