When My Dog Broke a Window and the Internet Put Us on Trial

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“That’s not what I mean,” he said. “You know I support you. I just—this world is crazy. You gotta protect yourself, too.”

Protect myself.

I thought of the rusted toolbox in my garage, the empty side of the closet where Martha’s clothes used to be, the spare bedrooms collecting dust. The only thing I really needed protecting from was my own loneliness.continue reading …