I Confide in Buffy the Vampire Slayer about My Divorce

I Confide in Buffy the Vampire Slayer about My Divorce

I've had a lot of people talking at me the last few days. Everyone just lining up to tell me how unimportant I am. And I've finally figured out why. Power. I have it. They don't. This bothers them. —Buffy Summers, "Checkpoint," Season 5, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I trail behind on her nightly patrol through
the cemetery, learn as much from watching
her as talking, wish that I could handle
my own monsters with such grace,
carry on a conversation while I'm leaving
them dust. The moon's broken lamp gives us
enough light to see shadows hidden behind
headstone and crypt. She wants to know which
of the men in my past is the Big Bad, the final
villain I can't elude, will have to fight at the season
or series end. And I can't answer, so she asks
the question differently: which fight am I least
likely to win? The current of demons continues
to flow, and she continues killing them one by one
by one. I tell her what else I've just learned
from her: whenever one of those men ignored
my words, gave me the silent treatment,
I thought it meant that I was nothing.
I was wrong. It meant that I was everything.