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When Chrissie left for college, then Becka the next year, I thought and its not an expression, Im saying the truth I did think I would die. Nothing had prepared me for such a thing. And I have found this to be true: Certain women feel like this, that their hearts have been ripped from their chests, and other women find it very freeing to have their children gone. The doctor who makes me not look like my mother, she asked me what I did when my daughters went to college, and I said, My marriage ended. I added quickly, But yours wont. She said, It might. It might.


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