Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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May 26, 2010:

Lacerated scalp, bruises, a repair bill which to me was very significant at that time. In the rain with fever I'd crashed my VW bus into the concrete base of a lamppost, in the parking lot outside a credit union on my way home early from work.

She chose that moment to cancel our weekend together. Pissed at heaven knows what.

That was so many endless years ago. April 13, 1983. It was how our life together modulated: frequent punctuation by petulance and punishment, the withdrawal of time and support and love which eventually cashed me in. It was too stressful, and too insecure.