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When I went through my divorce six years ago, after my husband brought our ten-year marriage to an abrupt halt, I discovered that getting a divorce is like being pregnant: Months of waiting, a sudden change in appetite (with the heartburn, too), nights lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling, and, at the end of it all, a result that lasts for a lifetime. And similarly, too, there’s the constant barrage of invasive questions from friends and strangers — Who ended it? Was he having an affair? Is it because you made all the money? Did you find the right lawyer? Are you going to take him for all he’s worth? — questions engineered to make you feel like you have no idea what you are doing at a time in life when the only thing you know for sure is that you don’t know what you are doing.

At least people didn’t reach out and put their hands all over my stomach as they were prodding me with their investigation. But I still felt like my boundaries had been breached.

via Stacy Morrison: What We Don’t Talk About When We Talk About Divorce.