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So it’s Facebook official.

The awkward looking – bad angle photo of my husband sat waiting for a concert to begin with the women he was messaging when we were seeing if we could salvage our joke of a marriage.

A joke that took seven years to get to the punch line.

The man who came into my life on the cusp of Christmas 2008 determined to save me from myself.

Who desperately wanted to deliver me from the evils of sex and booze and adventure and fun.

Someone so disapproving of my wicked ways and hell-bent on transforming me into the God-fearing Sally Ally girls he lusted after from his past.

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