Five weeks to the day after my debut novel was published, my boyfriend, who is a writer, broke up with me because I am a writer.
I’ve been a writer for a long time. So has he. Until this summer, he was unquestionably the more publicly prominent one. When I told my friends about the breakup, they suggested he was threatened by my success. “This is the oldest story in the book,” my mom said. “Betty Friedan covered it decades ago.”
