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My husband "tries not to let it get to him, and I can tell he’s working hard to keep up appearances in front of me and the few friends who still speak to us."
"I’d have to always hide who I was to fit in, I thought, if there was any hope of a happy future."
"He grabbed his wallet and dashed into the rain, like he was rushing to Target instead of another woman’s arms on Valentine’s Day."
"So many of the people we encountered had no idea what to do or what to say to us ... Some even said downright cruel things."
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"My work was perpetuating harmful practices and stereotypes, and I couldn’t be a part of that anymore."
"If I didn’t adopt my husband’s surname, I’d be branded the worst kind of F-word in a conservative community: feminist."
"We had sex in three different bathrooms the day we got married in San Francisco City Hall, and I drank so much tequila, the bars turned to fluorescent red pulp."
"Some suggest that only unsuccessful people move back home with their parents. The truth is more complex, though."
"Facing an uncertain future where catastrophic things can happen, hearts can break, and life can change in a moment takes courage."
I spent months writing letters to God begging him to make me straight. When he didn't, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
