domestic partner
I have been living apart from my ex for the last eight months and only just got around to dragging my ass to the Marriage Bureau at City Hall during lunch to get our domestic partner contract terminated.
Since getting a divorced, I've been fearing this moment. The moment when I am sick or hurt and helpless without a significant other to care for me.
I was weeks away from graduating college, I had a job in foreign country, had plane tickets in my hand and a scholarship in my bank account. Then I fell.
When people bring up how I was an "Etsy celebrity,” I don’t think of all the appliqued T-shirts and hand knit accessories; I think of blood and booze and speed and depression.