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  • Glenwood avenue is just like fall of four years ago. The trees all look like Halloween is around the corner. The sun is setting early. There are Obama Biden signs in front yards. Four years ago this month my ex-partner and I hosted a debate party and went to bed talking about our first try. Devon was going to be our donor. Friends brought friends to the debate party and I met Emily who was shocked and heartened that we were "really married" and making it work. It meant it was possible. We could all get married, too. Our marriages would last. We would talk about our relationships in years and eventually decades.

    By Tuesday, November 4th, it had been three days since she told me our marriage was over. We walked to the polls together to vote and talked about who would get what-- the bed, the dressers, the dishes, the knives-- while we waited in line at the nursing home down the street.

    I stood in Grant Park with the rest of Chicago forgetting for a second that the whole life I saw ahead of me had vanished.

    Then, on this Wednesday night in October in 2012 I walk along Glenwood avenue to a debate party. It is the first anniversary of the undoing of that marriage.
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