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That Day I Went Crazy and Ended My Marriage
The all-too-familiar story that denies women their fury and pain
According to the man I married, I went crazy and that’s why our marriage is ending. I went crazy on April 20, 2024, the night I couldn’t sleep.
By the way, I recommend going crazy in April. By then, the days are getting longer, the weather is finally improving, and you can go on long walks, perhaps occasionally muttering to yourself for the full effect.
It wasn’t on my to-do list to go crazy on that particular night in April. I couldn’t sleep because I was furious, and I wanted a hit of cannabis to calm my nerves. The cannabis was upstairs, where my husband was either listening to music or sleeping on the couch.
He often fell asleep on the couch. Usually the music was still blaring from his headphones when he faded into unconsciousness. If I awoke after midnight and felt the coolness of the sheets beside me, I used to go fetch him. It was the wifely thing to do. I didn’t want him to get a crick in his neck and I wanted his body next to mine, even though that same body often awoke me multiple times a night with its snoring — simultaneously erratic and incessant.
Erratic and incessant — like his fury.
