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Fraught relationships point the way to the real thing
Fraught relationships point the way to the real thing

As I listen to my husband read "Hop on Pop" to our 22-month-old daughter, I still find it hard to believe I met this man through Craigslist. I came to Los Angeles to escape my falling-apart first marriage. When I discovered my newly estranged husband had moved on rather quickly with a much younger dancer, I fell the rest of the way apart on my own. It was 1997-98, the winter of El Niño. The heavy rains helped me grieve. It was also a time when Beck's "Loser" seemed to be constantly on the radio, a time of belting out, "I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?" while sobbing on Laurel Canyon Boulevard as trash cans floated downhill...

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