My marriage came apart in January this year, and life as I knew it disappeared. We agreed to separate, and I left America, my home for 24 years, running away to Marrakech. I’d love to tell you I was running away to heal, but I gave myself little time for reflection, or indeed healing.Those first few months I drowned the pain of my divorce in parties and fun. My days were filled with making new friends, having dinners on rooftops that ended with dancing half the night away. When it became too overwhelming, I would jump on a plane to , my hometown, where my family and oldest friends helped bring me back to reality.Although there were moments of joy at the freedom I now had, there were also moments of intense grief. I thought I would be married for the rest of my life. I loved my husband, but over our 18 years together we had grown far apart, and wanted very different things out of life.
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