Under Locke

by Mariana Zapata

You had no idea what desperation was until there was less than a hundred bucks left in your bank account and no job prospects.

So I swallowed hard and hoped he'd get explosive diarrhea at some point in the near future.

That was life, wasn't it? Losing and regaining?

Staying angry was too much work.

wasn't a control freak, but the complete absence of it was alarming and frustrating.