Fault Lines

by Emily Itami

Does it really matter if he has another sweet? Probably not. But to give in to someone who has gone purple with rage and stiff as a board over sugar doesn’t seem a wise decision either.

I’d go, “I’m a mother with a husband who works hard and a nice apartment, but I feel oddly dissatisfied,” and the therapist, who would inevitably be male, and older than me, would go, “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad. Have you considered getting a grip?”