Through all the mayhem and the maelstrom of malignancy, I hoped. I believed. I tried. The female socialisation and coping mechanisms I’d developed helped keep me stuck, even though I knew I had to leave. Add to that a charming, charming man, a good public-faced man where things weren’t always at fever pitch, and the stage was set for me to try again. An…
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