Jamaica
When I was thirty-five I found myself newly single again. My marriage ended for a variety of reasons, but basically we decided we’d made a mistake and three years of trying to make it work were enough. The “sorting out” was equitably handled and we are still able to speak whenever anything makes it necessary. At any rate, the timing of all this was fortunate. We were finally separated legally in June. Then, my boss told me I had to take two weeks off before the end of the year or lose the...