I ended my marriage after thirty-six years because I suspected my husband was hiding something, something he refused to explain. I thought I had accepted that choice. I was wrong. Troy and I had known each other since we were five. Our families lived next door, and our childhoods were inseparable—backyard games, scraped knees, summer evenings that seemed endless. We married at twenty, with little money but plenty of hope.
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