Status Updates From Divorcer

There were wads of time during weeks we looked out sealed windows at the cold, burdening girth of the world. Around the house she dressed only in towels or, just that once, an impromptu slit pillowcase.
The other thing was that our life ran away with us in ways that withered only her.
I never lifted a finger.

We had loved each other, yes, if only over and around other people, and we had married each other, even if only in a neighborly sort of way. But divorcing was something only one of us could do to the other.
It was her hands, finally, that were inseparable.
I could never get them to let go of each other and seek any hold on me.

‘He was spermy and hurtful, and a vagueness hulked inside of him. Nobody ever understood on which rung of his devotions they still clung. The way he talked, every word stubbed out the one before, so his statements came to you lonelier and lonelier. His dreams either were pithless or would dig up all the dirt on the day left behind.’

‘So in brief, we were not so much a couple as a twofold loneliness, though he could be convivial in his hollers from the toilet, and his guilt conversed with mine in ways that covered old ground rousingly.’

'Loved or wanted, probably not, but I'd been chosen, I don't doubt, or at the very least I had felt targeted somehow.'

‘We had loved each other, yes, if only over and around other people, and we had married each other, even if only in a neighborly sort of way. But divorcing was something only one of us could do to the other.’

'We peered cravenly into the words "wife" and "husband," then went after them until they were anagrammable on the backs of envelopes bearing bills:

Wife = We if [emphasis mine].
Husband = Bad, shun.'

Might need to increase my SSRI dose to finish this one lol

Amazing. Will make you a better writer.