That Post I Wrote in August 2023 When I Divorced Twitter

From my Old Substack.

I wrote this post in August 2023 when I deleted my personal and writing twitter accounts. At that time, I didn’t think I’d ever go back. However, things changed on Twitter, I felt safe enough to return in January 2025 for a trial run. I’ll write another post about how that’s been at the end of March.

It’s been a month since we broke up.

Thirty whole days since I filled in the ‘deactivate’ form and filed for divorce.

Fifteen years is a long time to be in a relationship—do you remember 2008 when we first met? When I tentatively opened the door, edged my toes onto the wooden railing and walked right in?

Did I imagine that things were better back then? Back when you didn’t demand the rigid conformity of an expensive prep school. Back when I didn’t have to guard my words, curate my followers, be careful whose tweets I liked. Back then, you didn’t insist I display the right signals in my bio. No flags. No hashtags. No pronouns.

We were authentic back then. You and I, we were real and we were fearless.

I guess you don’t remember that? You’ve changed. I’ve changed.

It’s not you, it’s me.

Except that it is you.

To be honest, I didn’t really think I’d go through with the divorce. A flip through my journals over the past three years tells me how often I’ve tried walk away.

Sweet Jesus on a fucking popsicle stick, I’ve tried.