Why “How Could You Do This to Me?” Is the Wrong Question to Ask

“And you just happened to be in their way.”

Whether the wife, the girlfriend, the fiancé or the children…
Cold. Harsh. True.

Lisa…you are my radar.

Thank you.

Lessons From the End of a Marriage

I was a playlist on repeat.

“How could he do this to me?” I wailed to my dad as he made sure I was restrained by the seatbelt before racing off to the airport to escort me to the ruins of my once-placid life.

“How could he do this to me?” I cried to my mom, recalling how she always stated she found comfort in knowing that my husband looked after me.

“How could you do this me?” I whimpered on my husband’s voicemail as he continued to avoid my calls. I screamed it into the phone hours later.

“How could you do this me?” I carved into my journal imagining I was carving into his flesh instead.

“How could you do this to me?” I keened silently from the cold courtroom chair as I scanned his face for any sign of the man I had loved.

It seemed like the…

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