"You should marry him," my mother says while we are driving to the prison, where she works. She is referring to Joseph.
"Why?" I respond.
"Financial security," she answers back.
I can't imagine it. Settling down and just settling.
"He's crazy about you," she says.
Living an upper middle class lifestyle, plastering a smile on my face 24/7. Becoming a stereotypical bored housewife eating prescription opiates or benzos and finishing off bottles of wine by myself because life just doesn't thrill me, life just doesn't fuck me hard enough anymore.
I see it as a giant trap while others see marriage as a life accomplishment, a part of growing up--bills paid, house bought, student loans cleared, becoming an adult from a kid.
