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by Maggie Griffin Heeger
I used to think only sleazy men had so-called midlife crises. You know where they abandon their wives of 20 years for a young bimbo, buy bright red sports cars or quit their stable careers to open a yogurt stand. I couldn't understand why or how they felt justified in throwing away a perfectly good life and discarding family members with such disregard.
Until it happened to me. And now I do understand. I didn't make the fatal changes just described, but I've come dangerously close. And I'm not even a man. Next >
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