Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
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Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
Content notice: domestic violence, graphic injury, substance use, death. In Part Two, I pick up from the kitchen tables and courtrooms and take you to a small-town patio where a woman who looks exactly like my ex–mother-in-law’s best friend sits down, orders sauvignon blanc, and, hours later, recognizes me. What happens next is not a courtroom scene; it’s the real place “justice” lives: at a table where everyone has heard a version of the story. I trace how coercive control, self-hatred, and ...
