Out of Control
I don’t get asked very often any more about my ex-husband. But when I do, it brings back a flood of wretched memories, many of which had to do with his excessive control. It was expressed in several ways – putting me to bed (literally), calculating what I ate (“Three more bites”), and controlling what I wore.
When we got married, I owned a pantsuit with an inset collar that was leopard-print. He deemed that unfit for me to wear, since he considered animal print to be “wild and out of control.” What would people think? *gasp
This is probably why 6.5 years post-divorce, I own a zebra print belt, leopard print bag, and multiple pairs of animal-print shoes.
I’ve always loved animal print, but my affinity for it has grown in the aftermath being told what not to wear. It serves as a reminder of how far I’ve come and how “wild and out of control” I am. 🙂