The Bitch In the House

So I'm sitting on a humid 147 Outer Drive Chicago bus on a very rainy day after working my 9 to 5, blogging from my blackberry and I'm reading a book called, The Bitch in the House. There is an excerpt I have 2 share.

“Unlike my mother, I don’t have to go from my father's house 2 my husbands. And perhaps it's simply this time and space to think about the future and 2 love and live with and learn from whomever I please. Time and space and freedom my mother never had that she referred to when she said I have choices… I still have years 2 figure it out; 2 try 2 learn how 2 feel pride and even power without running myself ragged; 2 be with a man without being angry 4 the rest of my life. I hope I can.”