Jul 21, 2022
3 min read
The Bar Is on the Floor
What happens when we expect abuse
I remember the first rose my ex-husband gave me: it was yellow, and I kept it until the day I walked away from our marriage. The rose, notably fragile after a couple of months had come and gone, sat nestled in what I dubbed my “basket of happiness.” The basket came with me to my college dorm room and somehow survived five subsequent moves. There were other things in…
