The desperation to belong will make you commit crazy acts. Like willingly walking into a polling booth and punching the hole next to Trump.
When I married my husband, I became what I needed to be to create and maintain the family I wanted. I wholly committed to it — grew into it — for twenty years.
And then my husband left.
The safety I found in the beliefs I’d been clinging to left with him.
The marriage was stifling, but it also provided a privileged life. As long as I remained a yes-sir wife, I kept my security.