I feel this ache, this kind of... disquietude, watching my daughter with her little ones, running herself ragged in that sprawling suburbia, and then I think of my own mother, alone in that big house now, and it’s like a split, a schism really, two separate fault lines pulling at me and I just... I remember feeling like that too after the divorce, that terrible sense of being torn limb from limb and having no one to really talk to after everyone took sides.
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