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Susan, Break The Curse! (Welcome To Midlife Magic, #3) Susan, Break The Curse! by Lauretta Hignett
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“She pursed her little mouth up so hard it looked like a cat’s butthole.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“A lot of men still didn’t accept the fact that if they wanted to have traditional wives, they actually had to be traditional husbands. If you didn’t provide or protect, then you were just some jerk who wanted a slave to do his unpaid labor and relieve his blue balls.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Who are you going to complain to, anyway? Human Resources? They weren’t there to protect employees. Their sole job was to protect the company. The only thing that scared Human Resources was the threat of bad publicity.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Traditional roles were all well and good when everyone agreed and could actually stick to them, but unfortunately, late-stage capitalism and the cost-of-living crisis made it impossible. Women stepped up because men weren’t making enough money to take care of their families anymore. One income wasn’t enough; the wife had to go out to work, too. Trouble came when women stepped up… but their husbands didn’t. That was the root of the problem, now. It was why so many women were tired and defeated and were giving up on having meaningful relationships with men. And it was the reason why so many men were so angry. They considered unpaid domestic labor as exclusively women’s work, and they refused to do it. They didn’t pick up the slack at home. Women found they were doing everything—working, taking care of the household and the childcare and all the mental labor that came with it—and eventually, they started looking at their husbands, and they realized he was just another child they had to take care of. A lot of men still didn’t accept the fact that if they wanted to have traditional wives, they actually had to be traditional husbands. If you didn’t provide or protect, then you were just some jerk who wanted a slave to do his unpaid labor and relieve his blue balls.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“I was a Gen X woman; I’d seen it all firsthand. Both sets of grandparents—especially my mother’s—had been very traditional. The wives stayed home and raised the children and waited on their husbands hand-and-foot. Mostly because there were no other options. It’s hard to run away when you don’t have any money, your husband can legally beat and rape you, and you can’t open your own bank account without your husband’s signature. As a kid, I watched as the female emancipation movement rolled over the globe. Women, sick of having boots on their necks, demanded the same freedom that men enjoyed. And the economy, desperate for workers, decided that women actually being paid to work was a great idea. Not too much, of course. Not the same amount as men. We still hadn’t gotten that far. And even though we still hadn’t achieved equality, the backlash had already started. Conservatives were starting to get louder and louder about the destruction of morality and the family unit, and how important it was to return to traditional gender roles. Men should be leading, providing, and protecting. Women needed to be nurturing and submissive.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Crispin, the maître d, still hadn’t moved. I saluted him with my sourdough. “Did you want to stay here and watch me eat another slice?” “Ooh.” He visibly quivered. “Yes, please, madam.” “Okay.” I took a bite, and chewed, and glanced back up at him. “Actually, you know what, no. This is too weird.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“There’s nothing more satisfying than ejaculating down the throat of a sexist male podcaster. Best orgasms ever.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Punch through his chest, yank out his heart. Pull down that building on top of him and bury him alive. Pull his head from his shoulders and punt it like a football over the bridge.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Nope. All I have is a raging impulse to eat as much as possible, then a wild urge to plug up my butthole and crawl into a hole to sleep for three months out of the year.” He wrinkled his nose and frowned. “Last time I spent any time in the Woods, I had to do six months on a keto diet to lose all the weight I gained.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Not today. There will be no murder over mimosas.”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Good grief, his deep, rumbling voice was so sexy, the vibrations of his tone rolled over my skin, raising goosebumps. I caught a hint of his scent—that earthy, masculine, river-leather-and-sandalwood scent—and lost my train of thought completely. “What was I saying?”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!
“Don’t you think it would be a better idea to specify exactly what the job is, exactly what the compensation is, and exactly what we’re looking for, so we don’t waste anyone’s time?”
Lauretta Hignett, Susan, Break The Curse!