Why Friendship Is Better than Marriage, Even when It Is Cruel and Chaotic

If stealing something from a friend’s bathroom isn’t a cry for help, I don’t know what it is. I’m a forty-year-old woman who, in an act of rage, searched a closet and stole a bath cream. Dear reader, it wasn’t even from Aesop. My memories of that afternoon are blurry. I was at my oldest friend’s house, Katie. I slipped on the carpet and she looked at me inquisitively, like asking, “Are you OK?” She must have suddenly experienced how drunk she co…