For a brief time
When I was not yet thirty, I split with my first wife. We were both glad it happened, but we had just moved to Louisville and neither of us knew anyone we could stay with. I slept on the couch until she found a place, which ended up taking months. I think she took her time to punish me, but it wasn't especially painful. It was just uncomfortable. I avoided her as much as I could until things were settled. I ate dinner at the bar near my building and stayed there until it closed. When I was bored with the bar, I walked larger circles around my apartment, looking for somewhere to go. I ended...
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