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I Caught My Wife Cheating at a Hotel — Then I Left Everything Behind | True Story
Aug 15, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Caught My Wife Cheating at a Hotel — Then I Left Everything Behind | True Story At 9 PM on a Thursday, I stood across the street from the Hilton Hotel, watching the woman I loved walk inside with another man — her lover. What followed was a painful unraveling of a decade-long marriage built on lies and betrayal. This is my story — how I went from heartbreak and deception to finding freedom on a motorcycle journey across North America and Africa. From confronting the truth to discovering new love and purpose, this is a tale of loss, healing, and transformation. If you’ve ever been betrayed or felt lost, this story is for you. Timestamps: 0:00 Introduction — The night everything changed 3:15 The revelation and confrontation 6:40 The decision to leave and start fresh 10:05 Meeting Emma and the journey begins 14:30 Healing in Africa and rediscovering purpose 18:50 Returning home and moving on Subscribe for more true stories of resilience and transformation.
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It was 9:00 p.m. on a Thursday, and I,
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David Walters, was standing across the
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street from the Hilton Hotel, not as a
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guest, but as a spectator to the final
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act of my marriage. The man walking into
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the hotel with my wife Diana, was not an
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old friend or a colleague. He was Darren
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Ranger, her lover.
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The sight of them, casual and
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conspiratorial, twisted a knife in my
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gut. I had known for months, and the
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knowledge had hollowed me out, turning
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me from a thriving emergency room
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physician into a man on the brink of
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burnout. Now my vacation wasn't for
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rest, but for a reckoning, I watched
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them disappear into the lobby and
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waited, the hum of my Honda Africa Twin
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motorcycle, a low, steady comfort in the
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biting Albany air. My plan was simple,
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brutal, and designed to avoid a messy
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confrontation.
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I wasn't here for violence. I was here
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for a clean break. My lawyer had warned
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me, my parents had advised me, and my
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heart demanded it. I was going to give
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Diana a moment of misery, a taste of the
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deception she had fed me for months.
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Diana and I had been a team, or so I
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thought.
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We met in a university English class,
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and our shared dreams had fueled a life
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together.
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We had a nice apartment, two good jobs,
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and plans for a suburban house and
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children.
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The reality was that while I was working
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18-hour shifts to build that future,
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Diana was building a separate life with
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Darren, a local business owner she had
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met through her work at the bank. The
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discovery had been a cruel accident, a
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casual comment from a nurse at the
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hospital that had set me on a path of
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painful investigation.
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I'd hired a private agency, and they had
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confirmed my worst fears. Weekly hotel
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rendevous, secret dinners, and a
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two-year betrayal that had been hiding
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in plain sight.
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I crossed the street and walked into the
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Hilton, my heart a drum beatat in my
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ears. At the front desk, I asked the
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wide-eyed clerk to ring Darren Rers's
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room. When he answered, I lowered my
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voice and said, "May I speak to Diana
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Walters, please? There's no one here by
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that name," he stammered. "Just tell her
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there's been a family emergency," I
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said, my voice firm and flat. "Tell her
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David Walters died today." I hung up,
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handed the phone back to the clerk,
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offered a tight smile, and walked out.
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The moment was surreal, a theatrical
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climax to a long and painful play.
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Outside, I waited on my bike. Just
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minutes later, Diana burst from the
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hotel lobby, her face a mask of panic.
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She didn't see me. She flagged a cab and
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sped off, presumably to our apartment,
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now hers. I started the motorcycle and
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headed not toward the apartment, but
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toward freedom. I had packed light, a
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small bag, my laptop, my wedding ring,
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and a note I had left on our kitchen
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table. The note was concise, the words,
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a final punctuation to our life
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together.
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Diana, consider me dead. Our marriage
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has been dead for a long time. I took
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what I wanted. The rest is yours.
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My attorney would handle the rest.
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I was gone. My first night was spent in
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a Holiday Inn Express. The anonymity of
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the room, a welcome relief. My journey
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was not just a road trip. It was a
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pilgrimage of the heart. My plan was to
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ride my motorcycle across North America,
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avoiding freeways and healing from the
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wounds of my betrayal.
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The first real leg of the journey took
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me to Newfoundland, a stunning province
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with rugged coastlines and a beauty that
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seemed to mirror the wildness of my own
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heart.
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It was here in the small town of St.
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John's that my journey truly began. My
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motorcycle had a flat tire. And at the
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repair shop, I met Emma Fischer.
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She was a German woman, beautiful and
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resourceful, traveling the world on her
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BMW motorcycle with plans to ride to
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Africa.
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We talked for hours, our stories
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intertwining in a way that felt both
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accidental and destined.
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She had her own story of betrayal, and
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in her eyes, I saw a shared
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understanding.
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Our conversations over dinner at a local
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restaurant led to a night together, and
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for the first time in months, I felt
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alive. The next morning, I asked her if
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I could join her on her journey to
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Africa. The idea was impulsive, a mad
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leap into the unknown, but it felt
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right. My parents, surprisingly, were
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supportive. My father, a man of few
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words, said only, "Fathers are where
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their children's dreams go to die. Don't
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let that be you."
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It was a reminder that I had to live for
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myself, not for the expectations of
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others. The logistics were a whirlwind
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of paperwork and flights. My motorcycle
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was shipped and Emma and I flew from St.
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John's to Toronto, then to Casablanca.
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Casablanca was a beautiful, chaotic
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blend of old and new. And in Emma's
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company, I found a new sense of purpose.
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She was more than a travel companion.
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She was a guide, a teacher, a lover, and
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a friend.
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She taught me about the world, about
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adventure, and about myself. Our journey
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through Morocco and into Sagal was a
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breathtaking assault on the senses. The
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landscape was vast and brutal, the
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culture vibrant and foreign. In a small
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sneagles town, we stumbled upon the
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scene of a horrific bus accident.
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I, the former ER doctor, was back in my
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element, and for 30 hours, I worked in a
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makeshift hospital using my skills to
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help a family that had been injured.
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Emma was by my side. Her calm support, a
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constant source of strength. The
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experience was a painful reminder of my
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old life. But it also showed me a new
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truth. I could be a healer without being
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a victim. The journey continued, a
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beautiful blur of landscapes, people,
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and shared experiences. I fell in love
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with Emma, a woman who had a lust for
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life that was infectious.
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But all journeys have an end. An email
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from my hospital back in Albany, a stark
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reminder of my professional obligations,
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forced me to face reality.
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My leave of absence was over. The flight
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home was a silent, somber affair. In
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Frankfurt, Emma and I said our goodbyes.
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We didn't know if we would see each
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other again, but her kiss, a final
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lingering touch, told me this wasn't the
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end.
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Back in Albany, the familiar streets
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felt foreign. I met my brother Paul for
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dinner and over a few beers I summarized
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the last 5 months of my life. He
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listened. His shock and disbelief a
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mirror of my own. I was no longer a
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husband. I was a man in transition, a
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traveler without a home. My return to
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the hospital was a shock to the system.
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The chaos of the ER was a stark contrast
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to the vast quiet landscapes of Africa.
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My colleagues were glad to have me back
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and my boss, Dr. Johnson, even showed me
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a letter of thanks from the Seneagalles
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government, a strange, surreal souvenir
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of my journey. The past was behind me. I
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met with my attorney, Leanne, and gave
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her the go-ahad to file for divorce.
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Diana, in her panicked attempts to reach
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me, had still not filed herself. She was
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a ghost, a memory of a life that was no
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longer mine.
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I had a new apartment, a new motorcycle,
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and a new sense of self. The divorce
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would be a formality, a final step
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toward a future I was now ready to
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embrace. I had faced my demons in the
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deserts of Africa, and I was ready to
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face them at