It's as bad as it sounds. It's how women ruin marriages. 70% of divorces are initiated by the wife and here we have one that has to tell the world how crazy she is. I pity the husband. But seriously, do you have to tell the world because you are the irresponsible one who set out to ruin things?
In the summer of 2022,I lost my mind. At first, it seemed I was simply overwhelmed because life had become very difficult, and I needed to — had every right to — blow off some steam. Our family was losing its apartment and had to find another one, fast, in a rental market gone so wild that people were offering over the asking price on rent. My husband, Keith, was preparing to publish a book, Raising Raffi, about our son, a book he'd written with my support and permission but that, as publication loomed, I began to have mixed feelings about. To cope with the stress, I asked my psychiatrist to increase the dosage of the antidepressant I'd been on for years. Sometime around then, I started talking too fast and drinking a lot.
I felt invincibly alive, powerful, and self-assured, troubled only by impatience with how slowly everyone around me was moving and thinking. Drinking felt necessary because it slightly calmed my racing brain. Some days, I'd have drinks with breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which I ate at restaurants so the drink order didn't seem too unusual. Who doesn't have an Aperol spritz on the way home from the gym in the morning?
More, way too much more.
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