She blinked and teetered. I could see she realized something was wrong with her story, but she couldn’t quite grasp it.
I understood that there were rules a proper woman must follow to be socially accepted, and then I saw that being ladylike was just a game we played.
Where does a woman’s self-satisfaction come from if her main criteria for success in life is being half of a couple?
Burning Ed’s name into my abdomen was the equivalent of getting a tattoo, just short of being engaged, a symbol of eternal love.
It was time she gave me, her presence, her thoughtful listening and focus. She made me feel like my words mattered.
Her eyes sparkled, her hair shimmered silver, and her jewelry shook and danced when she moved.
She got married, had kids, kept a nice house, and made sure there was always plenty of lunch meat in the fridge for her husband.