Don’t Forget to Write

by Sara Goodman Confino

And I didn’t understand how these men could claim to be attracted to the fact that I was free, then try to cage me.

“No. It’s never going to be ‘right.’ I see that now. It’s me. I don’t want to be someone’s wife. I want to be myself.” Ada had the first pitying look in her eye that I had ever seen. “When it’s right, you’ll find you can be both.”

“That right there,” I said, pointing at him. “That’s the problem. ‘I.’ I don’t want someone who solves problems for me. I want someone who lets me be an equal partner. And I know that may not exist, but if it doesn’t, I’m fine being like Ada and not being tied down.”