to bed, and for the first time in many years, I stopped thinking about my husband and what my family wanted.
I thought about myself.
A few weeks later, I filed for divorce myself.
My husband was convinced I would be terrified. In his mind, a fifty-five-year-old housewife with eleven children could never survive without him.
But he had forgotten one important thing.
I hadn’t always been a housewife.
After child support was arranged, I used part of the money to hire a nanny.
Then I found an English tutor
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