I want him. In a physical, torturous, heart-wrenching way, I want him. Dean is everything I crave out of my life. Independent and headstrong. With one quick motion, he could cut the ties keeping me chained to this life. But I love my husband, and I love my family. I don’t understand why I so desperately feel this need to be free from it. Standing in this gallery, in my safe space, I don’t belong to anyone here. I serve no one. I worship no one.
