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As a writer and sometime teller of tales, I hate that some stories have to die.
For example, I have a great story involving the loss of two tires, a bumper being bolted on by Castro the roaming I-5 tire man, a short film festival and valet parking that is funny enough to make you choke on your drink.
But I don't get to tell it anymore because it begins with "my ex-husband". Stories that begin with an ex-husband are too distracting to tell. People's minds start to wander "how can she be divorced, she's so young?" or "what ex-husband?" or "is Ben jealous" or two hundred other things that keep them from listening.
I lose my audience with an ex-husband story and that sucks.