I didn't realize how much patriarchy influenced my marriage until my husband and I sat down and talked.
My choice to attend a small high school meant that academics ruined my social life.
I make sexual innuendos, cuddle with just about anyone, and go dancing alone, and my husband doesn't care one bit.
There was a part of me that was sure I was going to fail in a non-academic environment, but weeks went by and nothing bad happened. In fact, a whole lot of great things happened.
I tried finding communities outside of my faith, but nothing quite fit.
By the time I was twenty-three years old, I had absolutely no idea who I was and my life had completely fallen apart.
I was living the 'American Dream' and I gave it all up for a minimum wage job so I could be happy.
A few months ago, I was spending weeks pitching ideas about my experiences to various websites, struggling to get a reply. Today, I'm editing the Race Section at The Tempest.
Oh, the guilt. It was wrenching.