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This is the story...
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of how I almost lived
my entire adult life...
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in a functional coma...
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instead of becoming the writer
I always dreamed I'd be...
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like Sylvia Plath, only happy.
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To be a writer
was my childhood dream...
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but like my childhood,
the dream was sweet...
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but mostly it was short.
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My parents died
in a car accident...
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leaving my sister
and me orphans.
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My sister acted
like a brat at the funeral...
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setting a life-Iong pattern...
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of always doing and saying
whatever she felt.
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As for me, the next twelve years
were very Ionely...
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until...
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With this ring,
I thee wed.
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His name was Harry Turner,
and we were in love.
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I thought everything
was going to be perfect...
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and it might have been,
except for one thing...
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Harry was already married
to someone else...
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his family.
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Harry joined
their medical practice...
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and although I had his hand
in holy matrimony...
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they had his shingle.
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Harry became a brilliant
gastroenterologist...
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who really knew his way
around an intestine.
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See this part here?
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To people on the outside...
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I'm sure it looked like
we had a happy life together...
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and for a while,
I thought we did, too.
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I mean, things
weren't exactly...
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the way I would
have liked them...
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but I learned
to make compromises...
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which is how we achieved
a balance in our marriage.
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The problem is...
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somewhere during
eight years of balancing...
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I stopped thinking
of myself as me.
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All I was was Harry's wife.
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Hi. How are you?
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We were one of those couples
who did everything together...