My mother, Emily, hadn’t even been married for four years when, over a trivial matter, my father, Robert, divorced her. He was quick-tempered, flaring up at the slightest provocation. After the divorce, he regretted it deeply, but the arrow had already left the bow. People say that the bond of marriage is strong, yet it can be as fragile as a spider’s web. Once broken, those threads can never be mended. Crying and heartbroken, Emily returned to her parents’ home. By the time I was old enough to understand, I…
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