He Asked Me To Leave The Party Early So His Friends Wouldn’t See Me—So I Did

Lena, a woman I’d known since college and somehow hadn’t properly seen in years.

“I think my marriage is ending,” I told her over diner coffee.

She didn’t flinch. “What do you need?”

I asked for practical things: a good attorney, a therapist who didn’t treat women like clichés. Lena gave me a name: Marianne Keller. “She’s not warm,” Lena said. “But she’s continue reading …