going through,” she said. “At one
point, I had to disown my family to
go off and live my own life, too. I
understand why you need to do the
same.”
So I did. I walked out. I didn’t
call. I didn’t visit. Isaac came and I
went, and for the life of me I could
not understand why she wouldn’t
do the same: leave. Just leave. Just
fucking leave.
I didn’t understand what she
was going through. I didn’t
understand domestic violence. I
didn’t understand how adult
relationships worked; I’d never
even had a girlfriend. I didn’t