Atlas and the Sky, or Wedding Rings Like Shackles (2018)

An essay about my experience surviving and recovering from emotional abuse.

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“I apologized because it was the right thing to do; I had been careless, unkind. An apology was owed. I continued to apologize because I was then being emotionally abused, my misdoings blown out of proportion, used to gaslight me into believing this narrative wherein everything that had ever gone wrong between us was blood spilled on my hands, mine alone. I was desperately scrubbing them clean, not realizing I bloodied them anew in the process— skin rubbed raw and blistered: ‘I’m sorry,’ after ‘I’m sorry,’ after ‘I’m sorry.'”