AFTER NINE YEARS OF BEING HIS UNPAID SERVANT, MY BOYFRIEND TOLD ME I WASN’T HIS WIFE—SO I GAVE HIM THE ULTIMATE EVICTION

not realizing that I was signing up to be the patron of his laziness. Over the next nine years, the dynamic shifted from a partnership to a parasitic existence. If a gig fell through, I paid his share of the rent. If he needed new strings or studio time, I skipped my own luxuries to ensure he had his. I told myself I was being loyal, but my best friend,continue reading …