gaslighting
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Ah yes, the part of the story where the put-upon protagonist finds her footing and becomes a Boss Bitch. No, this story is nonfiction. We are here to discuss how my part time hobby became a full blown, all encompassing job. I have always been a nervous person. Overthinking was just thinking, to me. Anxiety
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You’ll argue over possessions and custody and assets. You’ll bring up each other’s worst moments and point fingers and place blame. You’ll wonder if you ever knew this person you married or if they’ve secretly been a monster the entire time. And then, one day, it will be over. One day, a judge will take
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I wish I could articulate what happened when we arrived in our new city to begin again, but I don’t remember much. My family had decorated the new house for Christmas so we could pretend to be jolly, as if this was all done purposely, and we had planned to uproot our lives in the
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You don’t know a person until you divorce them. Part of the paperwork for your lawyer is a Skeletons in the Closet form, where you write down anything incriminating or humiliating your spouse has done that our side could potentially use against them in court. Then, you make your own list of things he might
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When you do something truly shameworthy and embarrassing, you don’t tell a soul. Unless, of course, you are a woman who has invited a man she barely knows to her home in another city. Then you have to tell at least one responsible adult in case you’re murdered, chopped to bits, and fed to dogs.
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I found a house, which felt like a miracle and was only possible with the help of my parents who are real estate pros and decided what I needed while I was stumbling around in a fog. Good schools, safe neighborhood, low maintenance since I would be alone and very busy, etc. We found a
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My family was acting hysterical. I was staying with my sister who was convinced I would be murdered as soon as I left the house. My parents asked if I was really ready to go out with another man after being married so long, and all I could say was, “I have no idea. Don’t
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Back home after a long week away to find my footing, the kids went back to school and I filled out legal paperwork between packing boxes and house hunting online. Originally, we agreed to a simple divorce with a mediator for as little money as possible. Then I found out she’d been in my home.
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I confronted my husband with the photos I’d found immediately. He was working from home, so once I realized what I was looking at, I walked upstairs and asked him what the hell was going on. “It’s another woman. I want a divorce.” I’m sorry. What? Like it was an explanation, or an excuse. I
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When you get engaged at nineteen, people have a lot of concerns. I probably should have had more concerns myself, to be honest. My teen years were pretty wild, so I didn’t feel like I had a lot of wild oats to sow when I was in college. As long as I can remember, friends
What Happened to Eden 