Lifestyle: In Practice

I moaned to survive. I lied to be safe. This isn’t a story about sex—it’s about survival. About what women do to stay alive in a world where men are taught they’re entitled to everything. Even our silence.

Dear Jay,  Thanksgiving night you were telling me how much you loved me, how thankful you were to have me in your life. The next morning I woke up to text that it wasn’t going to work and had been blocked. That’s the kind of person you are, the kind of person who disappears, who forgets the birthday of the woman he claimed to love, but didn’t forget to text other girls. He always remembered to clean up the broken glass from the mirror he smashed or the parts of the controlle