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Chapters (100)
  1. Magma
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Reykjavik 2007
  6. Chlamydia
  7. Bachelors I
  8. Vegetarians
  9. The Ex I
  10. The Bike
  11. Willpower I
  12. Willpower II
  13. Graduation Party
  14. His Children
  15. Hygiene
  16. Mom
  17. Ghosts of the Past
  18. The Ex II
  19. Girlfriends
  20. Butthole
  21. Love
  22. The Suburbs
  23. Privilege
  24. The Game I
  25. The Game II
  26. Prevention I
  27. Non Grata
  28. Oral Sex
  29. Plato’s Moon Child
  30. Vanity I
  31. Internet Friends I
  32. Bachelors II
  33. The Ex III
  34. The Ex IV
  35. Ephemera
  36. Deflowering
  37. Academia
  38. Internet Friends II
  39. Prevention II
  40. Limits I
  41. Limits II
  42. Birthday
  43. Bad
  44. Equation
  45. Vanity II
  46. Wedding
  47. He Loves Me
  48. The Sticking Place
  49. Blue Balls
  50. The Ex V
  51. Woman Warrior
  52. Words
  53. Lessons from History
  54. Cycle
  55. Love
  56. Contract
  57. Household
  58. Books
  59. Compromise I
  60. The Natural Habitat of Vegetarians
  61. Childhood
  62. Primitive
  63. Special Place
  64. Principles
  65. Growing Pains
  66. Treasure Hunt
  67. Compromise II
  68. Depression
  69. Alchemy
  70. Knowledge
  71. Disapparation
  72. Redhead
  73. Capulet
  74. Shame
  75. Kindness
  76. Hibernation
  77. Magma
  78. Mission
  79. Disappointment
  80. The Situation
  81. Out and About
  82. Appointment I
  83. Ground Zero
  84. Appointment II
  85. Desire
  86. Cold Slab
  87. Resolution
  88. Balance
  89. Untoward Effects
  90. Sleeping Beauty
  91. Optimism
  92. Drought
  93. Absence
  94. Going Down
  95. Situation
  96. Appointment III
  97. Crossroads
  98. Afterlife
  99. Cosmogenesis
  100. Back Cover

Things aren’t always good between us, but we still have sex. At least once a day, usually more. He has to fuck all the time; otherwise he gets pissy. I want him to thrive.

The Ex V

The Ex V

I met a few of my friends from high school at Ölstofan, a pub downtown, on a cold evening in autumn. It’d been a long time since I’d gone out to meet friends unless it was some big occasion. I’ve become so socially anxious and shy. He gets jealous when I meet my friends, and I’m afraid I’ll give away how crazy I’ve become, so it’s just easier for both of us if I stay at home with him.

There were four of us, and we were in the middle of a conversation when The Ex walked into the pub with a friend. They walked up to the bar, and The Ex spotted me, nodded in my direction as she ordered a beer. Rage flared up inside of me. Why didn’t she just fuck off when she saw that I was here with my friends? There are plenty of bars in Reykjavik; I was here first. I told the girls about the phone call—when The Ex spread the latest gossip she’d heard about me.

My friends all said the same thing—it was a bitch move to make light of the assault. I told them how hurt I was that he hadn’t defended me, and then my friend Unnur shot straight up and said, “I’ll avenge you.” She went up to the bar and ordered a large glass of ice water. I watched anxiously as she crept up behind The Ex, who’d taken a seat at a table near us. Unnur stopped, looked at me. I nodded in approval, and then she slowly poured ice water over The Ex’s head, streams of water running down her hair, under her sweater, and down her back. The Ex jumped up and gasped. Unnur sat back down at our table, where we were giggling like idiots. I was so grateful that she’d taken up the sword to defend my honor, and I could feel my gladness all the way down to my Viking DNA.

The Ex stormed over to us. She was dripping wet, her mascara running and smeared. She glared at me. “I did not deserve that,” she said. And she stormed back out into the cold night with her friend.

Woman Warrior

Woman Warrior