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  • Four years ago today I stood in a courthouse and lied, though I didn't know it at the time.

    For richer and poorer (true), in sickness and in health (true), and til death do us part (lie), I promised. I said I would love him (true) and stay with him forever (lie). A month later, we stood in front of our families and friends and pledged it all over again, then danced all night with stars in our eyes.

    We set out with the best of intentions, the kind that pave the road to hell. Along the way we tried to read our maps together, then tried to draw our own map. Near the end we gave up on navigation altogether and clung to each other in sheer, bright anguish.

    We loved. We tried. It wasn't enough. So he took his map, and I took mine. With a small and sad kiss, we wished each other well (true) and then faced away at a fork in the road.
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