Chapter 22

She likes him to be old-fashioned and dependent on her and desires to fulfill that role as the little woman about the house who cleans and cooks and brings him a beer and his slippers in front of the TV. She has no clue.

Arrick is traditional in so many ways, but never in that way. If he ever expected that from me, I would poison his beer with drain cleaner and tell him to shove his cooking pots up his ass if I were her. I don’t know why she sees being that way as some sort of fulfilling life. I thought women burned their bras back in the nineteen sixties to get away from that role.

I don’t think I ever want to be that girl for any man. I want to be something I love, with a life more fulfilling than someone’s domestic sex slave. Maybe in fashion or design, having my own little studio one day, and spending my life flying to events worldwide while showing off my ideas and lines.

A strange feeling settles inside me when this pops crazily into my head, and I find mysel