How could I grow and evolve when my mother, along with everyone else in this damn town, wanted to keep me stuck? They’d be content to stick me in the pretty girl box and never let me do anything. Because finding a rich husband and being a kept woman whose job it was to fuss over her man and please him while denying myself all of my own dreams was, to them, a goal I should be striving for. To me, a life like that was akin to living in a cage.
