My Wife And I Left

When Things Don't Go Well, It Helps To Think Of Yourself As A Genius And The Rest Of The World As A Bunch Of Idiots.

It Just So Happened That For Most Of My Life I've Lived In The Suburbs.

To This Day, She’s Still Sad. Because There’s Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It. I’m Just Saying That I Took The Pain That Was Inside Of Her At That Moment And Made It My Own. And It Didn’t Hurt Me At All.

I Know Very Few Writers Who Outline Fully Before They Start. It Just Doesn't Seem Possible To Do, Because So Many Things Don't Come Out Until You're Absolutely Knee-deep In The World.

She Told Her Therapist It Reminded Her Of Coming Home The Summer After Her Freshman Year At Rutgers, Stepping Back Into The Warm Bath Of Family And Friends, Loving It For A Week Or Two, And Then Feeling Trapped, Dying To Return To School, Missing Her Roommates And Her Cute New Boyfriend, The Classes And The Parties And The Giggly Talks Before Bed, Understanding For The First Time That That Was Her Real Life Now, That This, Despite Everything She'd Ever Loved About It, Was Finished For Good.