A Manual on Easy Divorce. — I was by my father’s bedside at the ICU. I had been there for two weeks by his side, and slept there every night. He fell and broke his neck and due to his alcoholism he went through withdrawal in the ICU and it was a serious and prolonged case…

Remembering My Ex-Husband. — Recently, my therapist and I terminated therapy. She said she thought I was ok and that it was ok for therapy to end. I was sad to hear this and I was trying to figure out how to hang on longer to therapy. …

For the bulk of my marriage, I thought that at some point, the chaos and the emergencies would die down, and then, we would regroup. There were constant emergencies, crises, and so much drama. I really didn’t have insight into what was going on with my now ex-husband. …

Apologizing takes a certain kind of personality architecture. — I feel lucky that I grew up seeing people all over, whether in my family or in my social environment, apologizing to each other with sincerity. Apologies are really beautiful. It’s about having a relationship with oneself that is reparative in nature and affirming one’s relationship with others. It’s about…

So, my ex-husband lives in Europe and comes back to the US to work in the town I live in a few times a year. The problem is that he sometimes comes back to work in the building I have to work in occasionally as well. …

I remember when I was married, things were so hopeless, there was so much abuse that I would descend into such a dark place of bitterness. Bitterness was such a place of immobilization and I recall vividly the visceral feeling of bitterness. It felt like a death in my abdomen…

My husband used to appreciate the things I did for him. When we dated, he was filled with appreciation. But that appreciation crumbled into grating complaints not long after we got married, although the complaints inched in during engagement. He didn’t necessarily complain about me, but he complained about the…

You may be wondering what you are looking at. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at when my then-husband showed me this pin stuck in a kitchen sponge. He said, “See?” I pondered the pin and sponge silently. “Creativity. This is creativity.” My eyebrows go up, still thinking. …

The last few years of our marriage went from bad to worse. He was a charming man at the outset, but he was incredibly needy. Foolishly, I thought that would go away. The neediness didn’t come off as neediness, in the beginning, it came in little barbs, little prickles, like…