I Left the “Nice Guy” After He Forgot Our Dog’s Lifeline

cruel?”

My mom’s eyes flashed, not with anger, but with something older. Fear. The fear of women who were raised to believe love is endurance.

“I’m just saying,” she murmured, “people will think this is… extreme.”

People. Always people. The invisible audience every woman is trained to serve.

Jenna slid a mug of coffee toward me like a shield. “People can continue reading …