Robyn
Professor Williams wasn't the first of my mother's lovers to try and get me out of the house. In a way, I didn’t blame them, it must be difficult to settle in when you have a teenage daughter as a third wheel.
What was frustrating was that none of those men understood the dynamic. I wasn’t the lazy, unmotivated chick who refused to leave the nest. I would have liked nothing better than to get my own little apartment somewhere. Even if it was just a tiny studio in a s.hitty part of town, at least it would be mine, and I could settle in and make it a home, and stay there for more than just a few months. I could get my own furniture and fill the space with houseplants.
Maybe I could get a cat, if the landlord allowed it. I would love a dog, but that might be a little too m
