I’m a Psychologist Who Didn’t See My Own Divorce Coming
Psychologists can see potential in every patient who is seeking therapy. I can’t look at my marriage without seeing all the ways we could still fix it.
Psychologists can see potential in every patient who is seeking therapy. I can’t look at my marriage without seeing all the ways we could still fix it.
I wondered if my friends were afraid that the honesty it takes to face that a relationship needs to end might be contagious. If they stood too close to me, they might realize they wanted to take a closer look in that mirror too.
My ex and I worked out a separation agreement over the course of those months and signed it in August.
But face-blindess is a bitch.
I don’t like to think about the endings, which is probably why I’m always haunted, always clinging to things that return even when I should pretend I do not see them.
It was like saving a seat on the bus for someone who routinely happened to never show up. It was like setting the table for someone who decided to eat an hour before coming over for dinner.
When everything starts moving too fast, I like to walk on bridges.
For when wiping the slate completely clean isn’t really an option.
Once upon a time I married a man, had kids, and realized I was a lesbian. Here’s what happened and what I wish somebody had told me at the time.