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  • I called my ex-husband to wish him a happy birthday. He told me he's homeless now, and living on a beach in Florida.

    I almost couldn't make sense of it.

    He's homeless.
    He's living on a beach.
    He's the father of my child.
    He's 46 years old.

    My heart broke all over again. For our failed marriage. For his alcoholism. For the fact that he's never been able to get his life together. And for the fact that he's worn out his welcome everywhere and no one is willing to take him in again.

    He was sober when I called him.
    He was living on the beach,
    Telling me it's okay; the weather is getting warmer,
    and he never really needed much anyway.

    My ex-husband is a homeless man.
    And I don't know if or when that will ever change.
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