After My Husband Left For Miami I Discovered He Had Locked Me And Our Son Inside Our Own House

prison for forty-eight hours and a site of slow quiet misery for much longer than that. I did not grieve it. With my share of the sale I bought a smaller apartment closer to the city, sun-filled and manageable, with a real kitchen and windows that opened properly and no iron bars anywhere. It felt immediately more like a home than the suburban house continue reading …