If you had told me my marriage would end because of pickle jars, I would have laughed.
Not because it was impossible.
Because it sounded ridiculous.
When I told my sister I was filing for divorce, she stared at me for almost ten seconds.
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If you had told me my marriage would end because of pickle jars, I would have laughed.
Not because it was impossible.
Because it sounded ridiculous.
When I told my sister I was filing for divorce, she stared at me for almost ten seconds.
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