“Who was that lady shouting gibberish and thrusting her umbrella into the sky in front of her beloved’s house? That was not me pretending to be crazy. That was me being crazy.”
In this week’s Modern Love essay, “My 11-Year Relationship That Never Happened,” Teresa Riordan describes how an unusual later-in-life psychosis convinced her not only that she and her neighbors were passionate lovers, but also that they were responsible for saving the world.
