I remember the night I first learned my parents were getting divorced as if it were yesterday. It was my final winter semester at BYU, and I was in the process of figuring out where I would end up for graduate school the next fall. The news about my parents was as devastating as it was surprising. In more ways than I can now describe, it was the night the whole world felt like it came crashing down on me. Of course, I had friends both inside and outside the Church whose parents were divorced; I just hadn’t ever imagined it could happen to my family.
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