Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
Laboring to be a Buzz Kill
Holiday weekends and crowds go hand in hand. I don’t care for crowds, but I don’t avoid them either. If I know I’m going somewhere on a holiday weekend, it is safe to assume that everyone else will too, so I plan for it. This past Labor Day, the day started with rain, which meant indoor activities like the cinema were going to be packed… anyone who expected different was smoking crack.
Filled With Regret
Fiona Apple wrote a song that sounded like she'd been in my marriage. Regret is on repeat. He opposed me just to oppose me. He didn't see me. That's regret.
Passive Aggressive
It might have been easier to leave if he'd used his fists. Passive-aggressive abuse is harder to name, harder to prove, and harder to leave. Written April 2013, still processing.
I’ll See Your Divorce and Raise You an Abuser
Two months out of an abusive marriage, living in my brother's spare room, and I can't find a single divorce book that covers what this actually looks like.
