I've found that grieving fades for me after about ten years. That's held true for my divorce; I rarely think about it anymore. I'm still bitter about certain things (and now that my job is both unstable and unpleasant, I'm especially frustrated that I can't quit; we had been on track to both retire before 50). But the loss itself doesn't have emotional resonance. Essays like this remind me of those days but don't bring me back to them.
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