Dash

by Shantel Tessier

with Rodger, I kept everything inside. I kept my mouth shut and sat up straight. To him and the men in his family, women were seen not heard. A woman’s place was in the kitchen cooking or on her knees in the bedroom.

Rodger had truly taken a strong-willed woman and turned her into a fragile piece of glass that he wanted to periodically break. See, to him, he was the only one able to glue me back together. That gave him power. I gave him the power. But now, now I’m stronger than I ever was before.