Everybody Knows, Except You

On Why Nobody Fucking Told You, Either

I’m going to paywall this because, on the off chance that my ex-husband is reading these posts, it’s better if I do. However, if you are a subscriber, follower, friend, or adjacent and you dm me, I’ll just send it to you. I’m not trying to monetize myself, only walk the line between visibility and vulnerability.

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I met an old friend of my father’s in the city today. He’s upright still, though bleary-eyed and eighty. A nicer man than my father. A man who I don’t know particularly well, personally. We are connected at the foundation, though. I’ll call him Conroy.

Conroy was a detective his whole life. He stares at you with huge, ice blue eyes and sees you, which is a rare combination. He and his wife were at my father’s funeral more than a decade ago where he met, you guessed it, my then-husband. After asking after such husband today and hearing he has evaporated, Conroy did what a dozen people have done in the last year when they have learned of my return to singularity. He breathed a sigh of relief and then told me a story.