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Death of a Thousand Cuts

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Six years ago my neighbor offered to sell me his Ducati for $1,300, a steal. I wanted it. I had the cash. Janet said no. I acquiesced.

Why did I cave in?

I don’t understand what attracted me to her.

I don’t understand what she saw in me.

I don’t understand why I married her.

I don’t understand why I stayed married to her.

I don’t understand why I didn’t do more to protect my children from that darkness.

I don’t understand why I gave up on my dreams.