““And I began to believe that you could exchange your life, send it back for a different model, and I knew that wasn’t really true but I also knew that it wasn’t, here, entirely untrue. And I did not fold fitted sheets or meet deadlines or go to the grocery store or do our taxes or call 1-800 numbers to complain. I did not wear electrodes or answer questions. I did not hear my husband opening the front door or closing the front door. And I did not feel guilt; I did not feel guilty; I forgot all the things that could have caused any warm ounce of that feeling. *””
