My husband announced that he was tired of “supporting me” in the same kitchen where I had spent years feeding his entire family with my salary. He demanded separate finances. I agreed before he realized what he had just separated himself from.
II know those things would naturally make someone anxious, angry, depressed, overwhel also recently had surgery, because apparently my life looked at regular stress and said, “What if we added a side quest?”
ok after avoiding it all day i finally journaled and figured why i’ve felt so awful today :,) last night at the kesha concert, we saw this dude yelling at his girlfriend and grabbing her arm in a way where you could tell he wasn’t trying to draw attention to them.
In Carmilla, desire becomes a vampire, because perhaps it is easier to tell the story of a woman devouring another woman than of two women simply loving each other. In The Well of Loneliness, love becomes loneliness, exile, and the impossibility of being understood.
Marriage is a carousel for those who can stomach the cycles of it, orbiting an axis of children and money, of fear and brute determination. And—in some cases—of love.
It seemed to him that he was swimming. Because down in the deep end, where my feet could no longer touch the bottom, I was there. I was choking, but I pushed off with my last ounce of strength and lifted him up to the surface.