grew up half crazy, living with people who were more than half crazy, and I left home and paid for ten years of psychotherapy and chose the wrong people, over and over, and if they were any good I left them because I thought I deserved only ruined people, and that to be alone was my destiny, and I never shared my home with a partner until I was thirty-four and moved in with a man who’d said he would propose to me by Christmas, and I believed him because we’d been together two years, and I loaned him eight thousand dollars for a film and he didn’t propose to me by Christmas, and then I turned
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