Sick Patterns For years, I stayed trapped in a loop. I gravitated toward friendships and relationships where, despite an initial "connection," I was eventually shoved to the periphery. I saw the evidence—I felt the sting of not mattering—but I ignor...

There is the woman who, after marriage and motherhood, lives in the silent agony of being invisible. Her husband’s wandering eyes and lack of respect have become the mirrors in which she views herself. Her body defines her. There is the woman who sp...