One Person’s Great Escape is Another’s Hell

My parents divorced when I was eight and my brother was five.

“Oh, so you don’t remember the divorce very much,” someone said to me once. Are you kidding? I thought.

I remember everything.

The divorce was definitely my mother’s Great Escape. She moved us in with her parents in another city so she could have her breakdown in peace.

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Blogging about mental illness, narcissistic abuse & survival, feminism, politics. Essayist, journalist, novelist, wife, mom, Kansan, repro rights activist.

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Amber Fraley

Amber Fraley

Blogging about mental illness, narcissistic abuse & survival, feminism, politics. Essayist, journalist, novelist, wife, mom, Kansan, repro rights activist.