Behind Every Good Man

by Sara Goodman Confino

For the first time in my life, I was speaking my mind for myself. Not someone else. And it felt like coming home.

“She wants you to ask her what she wants and then really listen and work to make it happen. I don’t think she gives a fig about the handbags or the car. She wants you to ask her what she’d like to do instead of you just going to the park to play checkers.”

“Mama told me once that behind every good man was an even better woman,” I said quietly. Anna turned to look at me. “You know full well he wouldn’t be anywhere without you. And Michael wouldn’t be here without me. It seems a shame to just let them make all the decisions after we put them in the room.”