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                                 driven to maudlin sympathy, to bitter resentment.
                                 Some of us veered from extreme to extreme, ever
                                 hoping that one day our loved ones would be them­
                                 selves once more.
                                    Our loyalty and the desire that our husbands hold
                                 up their heads and be like other men have begotten
                                 all sorts of predicaments. We have been unselfish and
                                 self-sacrificing. We have told innumerable lies to
                                 protect our pride and our husbands’ reputations. We
                                 have prayed, we have begged, we have been patient.
                                 We have struck out viciously. We have run away. We
                                 have been hysterical. We have been terror stricken.
                                 We have sought sympathy. We have had retaliatory
                                 love affairs with other men.
                                    Our homes have been battle-grounds many an
                                 evening. In the morning we have kissed and made up.
                                 Our friends have counseled chucking the men and we
                                 have done so with finality, only to be back in a little
                                 while hoping, always hoping. Our men have sworn
                                 great solemn oaths that they were through drinking
                                 forever. We have believed them when no one else
                                 could or would. Then, in days, weeks, or months, a
                                 fresh outburst.
                                    We seldom had friends at our homes, never know­
                                 ing how or when the men of the house would appear.
                                 We could make few social engagements. We came to
                                 live almost alone. When we were invited out, our
                                 husbands sneaked so many drinks that they spoiled
                                 the occasion. If, on the other hand, they took nothing,
                                 their self-pity made them killjoys.
                                    There was never financial security. Positions were
                                 always in jeopardy or gone. An armored car could
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