A place called Jugs and Strokers
I was just turning 35 when my divorce started. My daughter was all of seven. I was losing my house because I couldn’t afford it by myself. I already have MS now for eight years. I pretended I wasn’t sad, scared, and everything was happy maybe for the sake of my daughter, maybe for the sake of myself, but looking back on things probably wasn’t the truth. I spent 10 years married three years before marriage with him. That was…