The Birth of My Daughter, the Death of My Marriage
Briefly

"Now that I was doing little besides keeping this tiny creature alive, it was impossible to ignore my desire to wander the streets with our baby, in ever-widening loops away from home."
"I was myself a 'child of divorce,' as they say, as if divorce were a parent. When I was very young, I thought divorce involved a ceremony, the couple moving backward through the choreography of their wedding, starting at the altar, unclasping their hands, and then walking separately down the aisle."
Read at The New Yorker
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