Desire
When I learned about marital sex, I was afraid. A lifetime of partnership hindered by moments of discomfort and disgust. I knew it was expected of both individuals. I knew I would be expected to submit. I figured if I could survive the wedding night, the rest of the years…
Choices and Rings
When I was a suicidal teenager, I was forced to attend church camp. I travelled up in a van with my uncle, my soon-to-be aunt, and several other couples. Two of the other girls had promise rings. They were simple, a silver band with a few jewels inlaid in it,…
How to Love the Perfect Husband
Coffee with a splash of milk is the only way to drink it. It works better if you’re lactose intolerant. Bonus points if your stomach can’t handle coffee. It’s comforting at first. Warm, delicious. Everything is normal. You have no suspicions. It takes some time for…