I looked over the water and sighed with mixed feelings of contentment and worry. I had been living the role of housewife for months and didn’t even know if my male life, home and job were even still waiting for me.
I’m basically just an object for him; something to own, use and possess whenever he pleases and that is more than just a little demeaning.
But there’s something to be said about being a kept woman. Even if I decided to leave, where would I go? No one would recognize me. My old body and life are gone.