6/11/2023 0 Comments Rebecca traister books![]() ![]() ![]() I was a grown-up: a reasonably complicated person. I’d learned my way around new neighborhoods, felt scared and felt completely at home I’d been heartbroken, afraid, jubilant, and bored. I had had roommates I liked and roommates I didn’t like and I had lived on my own I’d been on several forms of birth control and navigated a few serious medical questions I’d paid my own bills and failed to pay my own bills I’d fallen in love and fallen out of love and spent five consecutive years with nary a fling. I had made friends and fallen out with friends, had moved in and out of apartments, had been hired, fired, promoted, and quit. ![]() “By the time I walked down the aisle-or rather, into a judge’s chambers-I had lived fourteen independent years, early adult years that my mother had spent married. ![]()
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