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No one prepares you for what it feels like when your husband looks you in the eye and confirms what you’ve been worried about for over six months, what you’ve lost sleep about for over six months, what you’ve felt shameful and guilty about for over six months – that he doesn’t - no, sorry – that he can’t   convince himself to  love you anymore, at least not how he used to. What’s worse – no one prepares you for what it feels like when the source of the falling out of love  is

(Links to part 1 , part 2 ) On Sutures, Sisterhood, and the Girl in the Mirror Waking up the morning of surgery, I felt jitters. They weren’t the normal, pre-surgical, Oh fuck – I’m going under the knife, jitters that you might expect, either. These jitters felt like anticipation – what you might feel on Christmas Eve, as a five-year-old, hoping Santa got you the Barbie Dreamhouse you’d been asking for, for years (which I never got by the way – thanks mom and dad). It felt li