When A Genius Divorces His Wife And Loses His Mind, The Genius Was The Wife.

When a genius divorces his wife and loses his mind, the genius was the wife.

She was behind the scenes, gently nudging and prodding, carefully wording phrases, translating, practicing, rehearsing — maybe doing something a therapist wouldn’t approve of, a type of enabling and codependency: But she kept it together.

She was the silent partner, the beautiful doll, the one who didn’t get any credit but made remarkable suggestions. She learned what made him tick, she took the blame, she swallowed her pride when people accused her of sucking the genius out of this great man, of taming him, of breaking him.

When a genius divorces his wife and loses his mind, the genius was the wife. She will never be respected, only blamed. When he goes on public rants, they will say she broke his heart. How dare she?

How dare she not tolerate him forever? Why couldn’t she just suffer and juggle the mental health of a grown man, and raise his kids, and keep his hands free so he could keep being great?

How dare she separate herself, put herself and her children first? Now look: She destroyed him. Doesn’t he have his god-given right to have her by his side? Isn’t that what she signed up for?

First she’s accused of stifling his genius, then, somehow, she’s accused of destroying it and turning him into a shell of a man.

She’s called a whore, and dumb, and unattractive — She is somehow capable of destroying a genius, but not being one herself. If he uses social media to boost his worth, then he is brilliant, but when she does it, she is shallow, vapid, thick, dull, an exhibitionist, an example of femininity and womanhood gone wrong.

The news cycle moves on.

It’s always about how he was a genius who fell from grace, and never about everything she had to do to maintain the facade.

She is discarded, judged, but never acknowledged.

But at night, when she puts her kids to bed and feels safe and secure in her own home, she knows:

I was the genius the whole time.

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