“In her loving and sometimes shocking memoir, 'What It Used To Be Like', Maryann Buck Carver remembered an argument the couple had a few days after their wedding, in which her new husband announced that he regretted marrying and would always choose writing over her. Swallowing her own ambition, she decided that her duty was 'to preserve Ray's opportunity to be a writer... I would walk the tight rope between Ray's writing life and our family. I'd walk it better than anyone ever had.'”
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