Featured Iron Butterfly: Amber Davis

I met my, now, ex-husband at a high school band party when I was 15. From then on, we were inseparable. I remember the night I told him I loved him in his white 1980 LeBaron convertible. I remember that feeling of pure happiness. When he went to medical school, I learned neurosurgeons worked 100-plus-hour weeks, I knew they rarely had time for loved ones, I knew most were divorced.  That night, we made a vow to always be in love. We made a vow to always find the time for each other. We made a vow to never let neurosurgery destroy our marriage. We made a vow to be different. But we were wrong.

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