After 50 years, I filed for divorce.
I had had enough. We’d grown distant, and I was suffocating. The kids were grown, so I was ready to go.
Charles was crushed, but I fought for my new life at 75. After signing the divorce papers, our lawyer invited us to a cafe after all, we ended things amicably.
But when Charles …
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