I saw that young mother's post... the one about her college friends... and it just, it triggered something in me, a memory, a somatic response almost, from my own young wife years when my husband was deployed and the other wives, they were all so... insular... absorbed in their own little units... a complete failure of unit cohesion, really, no sense of the collective... and I realize now that feeling of being an adjunct, an afterthought, that's a wound that never quite scabs over... just lingers there, a persistent ache.
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