March 6, 2023:
Beyond only me she lived a pervasive inability to grasp information.
One example was Alice Cooper's famously extreme alcoholism pre-sobriety. His recovery is the purpose and point of the stories he tells about how badly addicted he'd been. She insisted that he'd always been a teetotaler — never a drinker. She missed the crux of what he's told the world many times, and she was shocked when I showed her a YouTube clip of Cooper talking about breaking his leg on stage while inebriated and not feeling it.
Another was her insistence that Chevy Chase had had no impact on SNL. In reality of course he'd been the breakout star of the first season, to the consternation of certain of his co-stars. She interrupted multiple times as I disagreed with her and eventually stormed away.
I oscillated between explanations. Sometimes it seemed intuitive to credit ADHD, with her chorus of voices and lack of medication. Other times I was sure it was arrogance, with her habitually impatient and caustic dismissal of the intelligence of others.
Explanation doesn't matter.
This was our life together at its most benign, that is, in the quiet moments between outbursts of vicious verbal abuse I learned to expect at near random.