My Big Fat Greek Divorce - heartbreak abroad, beautifully written

The cockroach skittered across my throat. I sprang awake cursing and crying. Then I slapped my bare neck until bruises began to shadow the pale skin. I knew this would happen if I ate Doritos in bed. In August. In Athens. But I didn't stop. Pandora's box was empty, devoid even of hope. My husband had left abruptly a week ago.

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