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I had to tell my little brother that my first husband had passed away. He took it harder than I did and that tripped me out.
OK I'll tell one of them...I left the above mentioned husband after a little over a year of marriage because he was a chronic liar and an alcoholic.
I walked away with only the clothes on my back, leaving everything I had ever owned (and still had) behind.
I hitch-hiked "home" (300 miles) and stayed at my dad's house while I looked for work. Soon after, I had a one-night-stand with a guy I went to high school with and got pregnant.
My husband (who knew when I left that I wanted a divorce and that I never wanted to see him again) called me about a month later and told me he had held back filing divorce proceedings because he thought after some time away I might have changed my mind (I hadn't) and asked me to try to work things out with him. I had to tell him I was pregnant and that it wasn't his baby. It was hard because I thought it would break his heart. He actually took it very well and was a good friend to me right up to the day he died 15 years later.
Still, with the situation I had put myself in, it was a hard hard thing to have to admit to/say.
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