Prediction:
She will join him in hanging from hooks, get pregnant again, and get another abortion.
Oh, absolutely. She will be hanging from the ceiling by the New Year. Then she can write the sequel to this piece, about how Suspenders (the Artists, not the haberdashery) are so terribly, terribly misunderstood, and how we Ground-Pounders (the regular folks, not the Infantry) just can't understand the freedom that comes from putting barbed fishhooks through our own flesh.