
There’s a version of my life that looks like a joke someone told at brunch.
Young wife. Older, wildly successful husband. Closet full of designer labels. No job to speak of, unless you count looking good at charity galas and knowing when to nod at the right hedge fund jargon over dinner. A walking, talking Real Housewife audition tape—minus the Botox (for now).
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