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"My husband and I were college sweethearts who found each other at the tender age of twenty. Its twenty five years later now, and I&amp;#039;m sure we both feel that our lives are nowhere near where we imagined them to be. We were married in 1992, on a bright, early summer day. I still remember the certainty I had walking down that aisle. When the minister asked if I&amp;#039;d have him for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, my reply was &amp;quot;Oh, you bet I do.&amp;quot; I knew we were forever, down to the marrow of my bones. Marrying Peter wasn&amp;#039;t all romance and flowers and smoldering glances and heart-to-heart talks. He just wasn&amp;#039;t that kind of guy, and I knew that about him. Marrying Peter was about pure, unbridled joy. I was practically radiating with it on our wedding day. I was marrying not only my best friend, but my best partner in adventure. He loved museums and learning and camping and hiking and Mel Brooks movies. He grabbed me in the supermarket and waltzed me down the aisles while we shopped. When I had a bad day at work, he&amp;#039;d commiserate and buy me chocolate. I knew I would never be bored, never be at a loss for a good conversation, and though he might drive me crazy sometimes, I knew I&amp;#039;d never look back on my time with him at some date in the future and consider it a waste. I was right. Now here we are, twenty five years from our first kiss, living in separate houses, dividing up belongings, and haggling over child support and parenting agreements. This is an emotional roller coaster I&amp;#039;m strapped into, and my only hope is that I&amp;#039;ll get off the ride at the end glad I made it through alive\u2013\u2013and without making too big of an idiot of myself. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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