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Why are you so angry? My husband frequently asked me why I was so much angrier than other women. It always made me smile. I was exactly as angry as every other woman I knew.

It wasn’t that we’d been born angry; we’d become women and ended up angry.

Anger is one of the last privileges of the t…

I felt the usual fury, blanketed by the usual somnolence.

By the time we got back to New York, John had fixated on the idea that moving back to California was the only thing that would ever make him feel better. He said that my choosing to remain in New York and finish teaching my poetry course equaled choosing to keep him depressed. _It’s your fault I’m …

John said that he had nothing to give me because he knew his life was harder than mine. I poured tears for a whole hour. He told me I was acting like a spoiled child, that the postpartum period was so much easier than his life, working at the bank instead of being an artist. He refused to take anti…

Right after I awoke, my shoulders seized up, and John agreed to massage them. I pressed down on a painful knot. Here.

John rubbed all around the knot. He said, Everything is connected. These muscles are all part of a system. He rubbed my shoulder blade, getting farther and farther away from the …