By the time I realized how horrifying this story is, I was hooked. Heed the content warnings, but it’s a hell of a read if you can stomach it:

Such messes my spouse left behind. Our finances in tricky tangles. Closets, drawers, cupboards sloppily stripped. All the good LPs: gone. Evan took what he wanted, as always. Then he swayed all our old friendships and loyalties to his side. For I was just Jane—“batshit crazy,” “would-be witch”—who “cuts herself for attention”. And he was the charismatic tenured professor—beloved, revered, perennially innocent. Believed