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At the Airport, My Child Warned Me About His Father. We Didn’t Go Home—and I Was Right Not To.

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felt like jumping off a cliff while simultaneously feeling like the only sane choice available. We didn’t go home.

I drove through Atlanta like I was trying to lose a tail I couldn’t prove existed, taking the back way through Buckhead, winding through neighborhoods I barely knew, making turns that probably looked random. My brain kept reaching for normal continue reading …

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