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They say that neighbors may become allies or enemies, but I never thought mine would do both in a single day. A straightforward favor escalated into an angry quarrel and a shocking turn of events that shocked and disappointed us both.Scrubbing the same countertop for the third time and wondering how I become this version of myself are two things I never expected to happen when my husband Silas left our lives six years ago. I’m Prudence, and I’m 48 years old and a mother of two. I work from home for a contact center and I’m just trying to get by. The outcomes of my life were not what I had anticipated. Back when we were dating, Silas and I would daydream about the future we wanted to create. Unfortunately, those aspirations crumbled at some point, and I was left to bury the remains on my own.
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