Testimonies

We went to therapy because we thought that was the responsible thing to do. We had read the forums. We had done the research. We had spent a year buil

I turned fifty in October, and Robert made me a cake. This is not remarkable in itself — he has made me a cake every year for the twenty-six years we

Dear you,

The first time we searched for ourselves online, we found nothing. Not nothing in the absolute sense — the internet does not allow for absolute nothin

Three people. Three first encounters. Told without the polish that memory usually applies, without the narrative smoothness that makes experience pala

You have a fantasy. Your partner has heard it, maybe weeks ago, maybe years. It lives in the space between you — not quite real, not quite abandoned.

We did not know we were dying. That is the thing nobody tells you about a marriage that looks fine from the outside. You can be dying for years and mi

I grew up in a house where women did not want things. They received what was given, they managed what was offered, and they called it love. My mother

Nobody asks me how I feel. I want to start there because it is the most honest thing I can tell you about being in this role. People ask me what it is

This is not a success story. Or rather, it is a success story, but the kind that comes with scar tissue and months you would rather not remember and a