The Wedding Crasher of Lincoln, Neb.

Lincoln, Neb. — LAST summer I attended more than a dozen wedding receptions without ever leaving the comfort of my bathroom. This was not by choice. In the aftermath of my divorce, I moved to Lincoln, Neb., with the idea of “starting over” in my head. Of course this required renting a fantastic apartment that had nothing in common with the suburban house my ex-husband and I had just put on the market.

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