Excerpt: For me, the weekend seems to start like all the others. I begin every Saturday and Sunday struggling with painful slowness. But this weekend is different. Only a person who has suffered through an unbearable relationship can understand how the impending end of a marriage can make a life devoid of pleasure. I ask myself, how is it that spring, a time that should normally bring joy and a sense of renewal, can harbor such emptiness and usher in the acceptance of defeat?
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