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A Temporary Solution That Didn’t Feel Temporary at All At sixty-two, I never imagined I would be sleeping on a sofa bed in my own son’s living room. My life—three decades of marriage, work, routines, and habits—had been reduced to two suitcases and a handbag that never left my side. The divorce papers were barely…
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