When the Truth, and My Groom-to-Be, Stood Naked Before Me
The New York Times
Our partners can make us aware sometimes of important realities — ones we may be afraid to face — in the most loving of ways.
My groom-to-be stood naked on the balcony of our fourth-floor Los Angeles apartment and threw his self-portrait over the railing, his firm toffee form glinting in the sun. We peered at the oil painting below, a textured image of him in his 20s. The gold-leaf frame boomeranged light right up to us. “How could you do that?” I yelled, incredulous for a moment that I chose to marry this man. “That’s my favorite painting of yours.” I darted out the door — making sure to slam it — and ran to the street. Miraculously, a car hadn’t bulldozed the art.More Related News