The Grammar of Leaving
They tell you marriage is work. They don’t tell you it’s a forensic accounting job.
I am Birdie. For eighteen years, I was the 'good wife.' I managed the household, I raised five children, and I absorbed the impact of a man who claimed to be the 'sole provider' while I carried the entire emotional infrastructure of our lives.
Then I found the logs.
This publication is the documentation of a modern marriage collapse. It is a study of 'Exported Empathy,' invisible labor, and the digital evidence of a betrayal that left no bruises but broke every bone in the relationship.
I am learning French to leave. I am writing to survive. I am trading the Subjunctive Mood (what I wished he was) for the Indicative Present (who he actually is).