Children are supposed to be the death of freedom. But that hasn’t been my experience exactly. The death of free time, certainly, but not of free thought. It was my marriage that took that from me. I could be myself and be a mother. I got divorced because I could not be myself and a wife.

This piece resonated well with me❣️Really good writing.

“Each time I peed on a stick, it was like peeking over the rim of another world.” Gorgeous, original, moving. And very relatable.

Beautifully honest writing. Really great piece.