As I pulled onto the road and out of the neighborhood, I began sobbing. I felt guilty for leaving and relieved that I got out. I mourned the death of my marriage and rejoiced it was over.
Prisoner in My Own Home – Part 4
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Prisoner in My Own Home – Part 3
Suddenly, it hit me. Ten years had passed since my first marriage ended, and I had somehow married the same man... How did this happen? How did I end up right where I began?
Successful but Not Wealthy
Success does not equate to wealth. There are much more impactful ways by which success should be measured.
Amanda Jewel Warren 