A few months ago, one of my best friends told me that she and her boyfriend had gotten engaged. Engaged' I thought. What for' She has two young kids and has never been married; he's older; they each have their own apartment; she seemed happy with the way things were. 'Congratulations!' I said, because he's a good person, and I love my friend. Then I asked where they were going to live, and she laughed in my face. 'Oh, we're not moving in together,' she said. She'd assumed I would have known that. They might do it someday, sure. But for now they can afford to keep paying for two homes, and she's prioritizing the children's stability, and everyone's space and sanity. In a way, I was as surprised by my surprise as my friend was. It's not as if my life is normal. Recently I picked my kids up at their father's place and one of them ran over and hit me in the face with a big white pillow. When I turned the pillow over, I saw it was printed with a cute photograph of my ex-husband's...
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