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My first wife and I were nice people, but we fought constantly, and usually at the top of our lungs. Still, it wasn’t an easy decision. It brought tears on several occasions. To me and to her. But because she and I divorced, I was free to marry a second time, and to be at my second wife’s side during the final two years of her life. My late wife’s family were all glad I was there. If not for me, sh3 would have had to endure her final time alone.
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