Until my husband and I separated and then started the legal disentanglement known as divorce, I hadn't realized that to become a divorcee was to become part of a sisterhood.
When I told my veterinarian that it was difficult to schedule things because I now shared custody of my dogs with my former husband, she nodded. I'd started tearing up; she kindly ignored it.
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