The Bar Is on the Floor

What happens when we expect abuse

Photo by Felipe Salgado on Unsplash

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…

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Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at https://ko-fi.com/aashaanna