Reviving a Dead Drive
At times it seems divine how things just somehow work out.
A heartbreaking tragedy opens the door to a staggering paradise. The worst of relationship clichés emerges to threaten a dreadful end. Yet rather than serve as a marital death knell, this crisis creates an undreamt-of rejuvenation in its place. A partner somehow progresses from being the bane of your existence to a fawning slave: dependent upon your every whim; subject to your most scourging furies of revenge. All of this happened to me in less than a year. And believe it or not, the catalyst was a cheesy magazine article.
It all began when I was struck by three intersecting tragedies, each specific to women.
That last fact can’t excuse the outrageously insensitive, entitled, eventually downright criminal,
