What You Did

by Claire McGowan

We think we understand love – that it’s simple, like a warm bath. That it’s inherently a good thing, positive, a sign that we are decent people. I love my kids, say angry women on TV, as if they expect a pat on the back for obeying biology.

But what we don’t understand is that love can turn on a dime. We don’t know how easy it is to feel it flip over to a dark side, cold and dead, like the moon spinning on its axis.