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Connecticut for us, but I was so homesick for California that I was flying
home all the time. I had kept my home in California. I was so unhappily

married that in 2010 I bought an apartment in New York City, but I never

told my husband. No, it wasn't an apartment in which to have an affair, it
was just an apartment for me, a place in which I felt safe. I could have my

stuff without any of his girls getting their hands on it. The girls were not

nice to me, but I don't blame them, their life was just so dysfunctional that
they were not happy and there was just no way they were ever going to

accept me.

So I had my little haven in New York City where I could enjoy my life and

my pretty things. I remained married for ten years, eight of those years
together before we separated. I did not want another divorce under my

belt. I felt like a loser, but I knew I had to get out. He (Name??) didn't

want the divorce, so he kept stalling the process. Luckily I had an
apartment to go to. Ironically, he only found out about my secret

apartment about a year ago, and he sent me a text asking about it. I

didn't respond.