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I remember a moment at the end of my first marriage when I was alone in the house, boxing up my ex husband's belongings.

In the middle of the work, I suddenly had this feeling, like I was packing up after someone's death.

It was similar to how it felt going through my grandmother's things when she died.

Divorce is a kind of death, but it can also be, as you say, the only path to life.

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