By It’s day 27 of :Domestic Violence Awareness Month for Men and Boys, the invisible victims of domestic violence. “Luke” thought he had met the love of his life — a mother of two, a writer and a yoga instructor. On the surface, she seemed to have it altogether. Then, on a once in a lifetime holiday to Asia, she went from Sun Salutation to Downward Facing Crazy Bitch.
I met her in 2011 when I came to her yoga class. Yes, you read that correctly: she is a yoga teacher. Someone who is supposed to be an example of peace, serenity, and kindness.
In any case, I was fresh off of a breakup that was mostly a fling; I had made the mistake of dating a “party girl” – that is: totally benign, but the heavy-drinking, thrill-seeking type that never wanted to settle down – so I was intrigued by this woman, someone who seemed like she had it all together. I was single. She was divorced with two children.
Our first couple meetings were somewhat plutonic, but I felt almost manic around her. Our conversation sparkled, we finished each other’s sentences. She was electric: funny, intelligent, beautiful. Finally, late one night sitting in the hammock, she asked why I hadn’t kissed her yet.