Mr. Harrison finally looked at Mark. « That’s what I came here to find out. »
If you’d asked me that morning what my biggest problem was, I would’ve said my husband didn’t respect my job.
By nine that night, I had a much bigger problem.
My name is Linda.
Mark and I had been married 27 years.
We raised three children.
Our youngest, Olivia, left for college the previous fall.
For the first time since I was 25, I had entire weekdays when nobody needed me.
I didn’t handle that transition as gracefully as I expected.
For years, I’d complained about laundry.
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