Your “other half” leaves for the weekend. You are literally half of a human, like an amputee but worse because what’s missing is fifty percent of your entire soul. You are alone like a prisoner in the spacious two-bedroom brownstone that you can afford at thirty-one because you’re living on two incomes like a Wall Street banker with an online poker habit or a reality TV star with a lipstick line. The deadbolt echoes as you lock all the locks then unlock and lock them again just to make sure they’re locked right because now that you’re alone you might…
Author: Emily J. Smith
Emily J. Smith
Emily J. Smith is a writer based in Brooklyn. She writes mostly about gender, tech, and relationships, and is currently shopping her first novel about all of those things. Her writing has appeared in Salon, Huffington Post, and Bustle, among others. When writing isn't quite painful enough, she occasionally performs standup. Follow her on Twitter at @emjsmith.