Grrr!!! I was reading a bit more about Mary Jo Eustace. I was interested in her memoir and found out about a entry in a book she wrote (of 21 stories of women experiencing the same thing). This part of it simply breaks my heart:
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Now here he is, back. We’re on vacation and I’m wearing my bikini with saggy faded bottoms. I know something is wrong. “Have you met someone?” I ask. He nods yes. “Is it Tori Spelling?” He nods. “We’re soulmates,” he says. “She loves me unconditionally.”
“What conditions?” I scream. “You’ve only known each other three weeks.”
I look down at my baby daughter. “We just adopted a baby.” The phrase single mother pops up in my brain. I start to feel weightless as I cross the divide between together and alone.
“I’m not leaving the kids,” he says. “I’m leaving you.”~~~~~
I'm a Dean hater, it's on.
