Every day I expect to wake up and discover that the morphine has worn off, and that Richard is back to the man he was before the surgery. Instead, quiet.
Tana Wojczuk: Gone Girl, Bluebeard, and the Meaning of MarriageOctober 2014
A response to Elif Batuman’s “Marriage is an Abduction.”
Kelly Sundberg: Writing, Survival, and EmpowermentApril 2014
Sarah Einstein talks to Sundberg about her Guernica essay, her marriage to an abusive man, and the mixture of love and fear that made up her experience
It Will Look Like a SunsetApril 2014
“You made me hit you in the face,” he said mournfully. “Now everyone is going to know.”
The CuckoldFebruary 2014
Do all cuckolds start out fearless and end up foolish?
Passion PitFebruary 2013
What blooms in Brazil’s coastal desert.
Marrying UpFebruary 2013
Eventually, I married a man more than twice my size. He terrified me. Making love felt like getting run over
Dear JohnOctober 2012
First, it was his hands. Three days after he announced that he was going to leave me, I watched him drinking his coffee and noticed how his three middle fingers were slipped through the handle, gripping the body of the mug in a confident, almost loving way.
The Last Hour of the Bengal TigerOctober 2012
What was I going to do when I saw her? It was a question I had asked myself a thousand times. Slap her? Scream insults? Demand she give my husband back?
The World Without YouJune 2012
He’s mopping at his pelvis with a wadded-up tissue, and then he’s mopping her up as well. Already the backs of her thighs are caking up.
BijanNovember 2011 The spark of attraction he felt for Farideh could grow into a steady flame, he was sure now.
The In-Between WomanApril 2011 It is nowhere near impossible for somebody who loves her husband to also love her co-wife.
Marriage: Flesh Of My Flesh, Bone Of My BoneMarch 2011 And dice (singular, die) can come to rest // in six different attitudes, like a woman, / it means something played, something given.
Gebet eines Ehemannes (A Husband’s Prayer)By Mark Wunderlich, guest-edited by Emily Fragos
When thistles spring up in the field / of our marriage, when the noxious vine // twines onto the maple, let us pull it up / by its roots.