- 658 days ago by Elizabeth Eisenstadt-Evans
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My ex and I don’t usually argue. We’re long past the stage of serious altercations. In fact, I was staying on the couch downstairs at his house the night that Hurricane Irene barreled though our area of suburban Pennsylvania.
He lives in a townhouse. I live in a rancher out in the sticks that is currently being taken apart and remodeled.His power almost never goes out. Our house darkens at the touch of a drop of rain and the first lightning bolt.
No contest.
But as the rain pelted the streets and water pooled in front of the house, we had a disagreement that ended up with my teenaged son and me in the darkness, terrified. More






