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March 27, 2011
I got home to my husband, and I burst out crying, and I told him how hard it was on me to go back to Toronto like this. And we sat down for a long time and talked, and we had a certain understanding that came out of that, even though it was the same things we had already talked about. He did not want to hold my hand but at the end he did, and I knew it was a dangerous thing.

The night before our religious divorce, we made love, and my husband said, ‘do you