
One Person’s Great Escape is Another’s Hell
Aug 31, 2018 · 5 min read
My parents divorced when I was eight and my brother was five.
“Oh, so you don’t remember the divorce very much,” someone said to me once. Are you kidding? I thought.
I remember everything.
The divorce was definitely my mother’s Great Escape. She moved us in with her parents in another city so she could have her breakdown in peace.

