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Lily Wujek

Was It My Mother That Ruined My Marriage

The ceilings in England are too low for my husband. Every time we visit my mother, Andrew leaves injured. One time, he walked into an exposed beam. The splinter in his forehead was disgusting. After, he vowed to never return. Six months later, we divorced. Roger is tall too. Mother is dead. Problem solved. Maybe.

Published by: in Issue 1: Fall 2015, Prose, Volume 72

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