Rather: The Therapist (The Grey List Book 2)

by Grey Huffington

Femininity was the most sacred, unprotected aspect of a woman and I loved that shit dearly. It enhanced my masculinity. Made me wiser. Stronger. Better in every way possible.

While others despised the idea of marriage, companionship, and lifelong commitments, I craved them and everything that came with them.

Stability was the foundation I’d bank on any day. The world was ever-changing. Having someone who continuously evolved but never truly changed by your side was, that shit was necessary in this game.

“Never, and I mean never, get too far removed from reality that you don’t remember you’re a prize. You’re the prize. And, I’m lucky to have you here. Your presence is a gift, my dear. One I will treasure in spite of everything else. Understood?”

“Dear God, thank you for the food I am about to receive,” I whispered.

Women are doers. Women are human. Women are feelers. Women are thinkers. Women are more than objects. Women deserve softness and support. Women owe no explanation for our rightful nature. Women should govern their own bodies, minds, and hearts. Women deserve grace from everyone in their lives, including self. Women are the most fragile beings on the planet and should be treated as such.

Women are the superior gender. Put a man in our shoes and his ankles will bleed. Women’s femininity is a direct reflection of the masculine energy that surrounds them. Without women, life isn’t possible. The quicker the world remembers that, the better the world will be.

Discovering yourself is the first step. Becoming sure of yourself is the second step. Loving yourself, unconditionally, is the final step.

“Hear me well when I say don’t ever let that stop you again. I’m not a law abiding citizen, Rose. I run red lights.”

“Don’t bleed on this motherfucking tux, nigga. I’m going to need this up off of you.”