Right now Mrs. Erikson is somewhere between stages five and six. The crucial point here is that nothing is ever the woman's fault. She was trapped in a bad marriage by a man she didn't love and a society that cares not for her spiritual and emotional welfare. So what men may see as a frivolous divorce is, in the eyes of the modern woman, actually a courageous act of self-affirmation. This narrative has been followed by millions of American women for the last thirty or forty years. What makes Mrs. Erikson such a fascinating case is that hers is an almost perfect acting out of the drama in public. Having divorced the father of her children for cash and prizes, Mrs. Erikson is now reduced to the lowest form of mommyblogging, the professional divorcee.
Now we learn that Mrs. Erikson was an alpha widow all along:
Remember, nothing is ever her fault. It's the fault of those mean Christians who raised her to believe that extramarital sex is wrong. They're the ones who made her blow up her family.
Ok, let’s work back a few years to my first very serious boyfriend. I was 17. I was in head-over-heels, infatuated teenager love this dude. I wanted to marry him someday. I’d had boyfriends before, but this was the first one I had ever really loved.
After almost a year of dating, we did the deed. And just in case you’re wondering, yes, we used protection, because I was an idiot in love, not an idiot about pregnancy or STDs.
...Fast-forward a few months after the terrible breakup, and I started spending some time with a guy acquaintance. I even tried to hook him up with some of my girl friends! He was a bit awkward, but confessed to me that he wanted a wife. At his request, I taught him how to talk to girls, took him shopping for new clothes, and before I knew it, he was my closest confidante.Her beta orbiter eventually became her husband.
Everything could have turned out fine. It often does. But because this whole sex-shaming culture I’d been part of caused me to overlook an awful lot of red flags -- because a whole lot can be forgiven if you’re just so freaking grateful that you’ve found a man willing to forgive you of the grievous sin of not being a virgin.It's all her husband's fault for not being as alpha as her earlier badboy lover, and it's "purity culture's" fault for making her overlook red flags. Based on her other descriptions of her ex-husband, amazingly named Leif Erikson, he sounded like a genuinely nice caring guy. I feel bad for him but I feel worst of all for their children who have to live with their selfish mother who blew up their family and deprived them of a father all because he didn't give her tingles anymore.