Chapter 86

The thing is, by growing up hiding, I learned no skills, and still feel that I have no ‘tools’ to deal with emotional onslaughts, let alone things like flat tires and doing complex income taxes. I was poor and could balance a simple check book with a $10 an hour income. When my cousin died in a motorcycle crash and my aunt developed breast cancer, there wasn’t anything I could do, anyhow; but I still felt like I only had one arm with which to cope, and really needed two. I didn’t get the guide book; didn’t have furniture in the attic (no wonder I love these phrases so much!), and there’s a hole in my bag of marbles, too.

“I upgraded my taste in men so much I married a woman.”