The Summer I Destroyed You (The Summer #4)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

I’m supposed to smile because young women, especially pretty women, are considered adornment, and powerless adornment at that. Because guys like this fucking asshole right here want to remind you that you’re a pretty face, here for their amusement. That you should rearrange your fucking mood and temperament if a man’s requested you do so,

“Emerson, in spite of the fact that you think marriage is, and I quote, ‘a prison conceived of by men who are tired of doing their own laundry and cooking their own meals,’ we both know you can’t do laundry for shit and I’m the better cook.”