I Married a Feminist: A Memoir of Abuse, Silence, and a Marriage That Died First

He stayed. In 2011, my twin brother Kieran wrote an article titled "I Married a Feminist. Now What?" It went viral—and made a lot of people angry. What the article never revealed was the rest of the story: he stayed married for ten more years. Through separate bedrooms, separate lives, and a silence that slowly killed everything he thought marriage should be. He stayed until a glioblastoma gave him the one excuse any man in his position might have taken to finally walk away clean. He didn't. This is the story of why. I Married a Feminist is a raw memoir of childhood abuse, generational trauma, fractured faith, and a marriage that died long before the cancer arrived. Through Kieran's private journals and my own memories as his twin, you'll walk through the horror of our father's fists, the cold war of a loveless home, and the heartbreaking choices one man made when leaving felt like betrayal and staying felt like slow suicide. This isn't a victory lap for traditional marriage. It isn't male tears or a tidy redemption arc. It isn't even really about feminism. It's about two wounded people who kept choosing the low road because the high road looked too terrifying—and one of them ran out of time to choose again. If you've ever woken up at 3 a.m. wondering how your own marriage became a battlefield with no surrender in sight… If you've carried childhood scars into adult relationships… If you've stayed when everyone said leave… Keep reading. Because sometimes the bravest thing a person can do is stay—until staying is no longer the merciful choice.