If It Makes You Happy

by Julie Olivia

I’m the woman who gets things done—not the fun daughter.

I don’t want to remove her walls because that’d destroy her strength, but I’d kill for more peeks into the other side.

“Men don’t want women like me.” “Like what?” Unfun, too serious, workaholics. “I don’t know,” I mumble. He gives a devilish, absolutely wicked smile. “I think men secretly want women just like you,” he growls, leaning even closer. “And the men who don’t are cowards.”

“Well, if you’re exhausting, so am I,” I say. “High maintenance. Argumentative. Abrasive. According to my ex, boring.” I scoff. “First off, never call yourself that,” he says sternly with a pointed finger. “And second, what I’m hearing are other words. Classy. Opinionated. And intimidating to people who can’t handle strong women. Which I really like about you.”

I’m actually a high-maintenance sleeper.

You’re strong. And us strong women deserve better.