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  • ..."Mike doesn't like hummus."

    I was stretching atop a perfect picture-postcard hill, post urban hike, when I overheard two women talking recipes. One was describing her hummus, which she makes with white beans rather than garbanzos. I gotta admit, her recipe sounded pretty tasty — and I’m very particular about my Mediterranean food. Then she added, “But Mike doesn’t like hummus.” And… I lost it.

    It’s the sweetness of when you’re married to someone, and you know dumb little things about them, like whether or not they like hummus, that hit me. I divorced my husband, a great man, two years ago. Despite all the mutual love and respect in the world, we simply could not live together. Still, sometimes I wish we could just go back and order pizza and drink wine like we used to and everything would be perfect – which it never was. Memories are sometimes perfect. Relationships never are.
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