Chapter 1: I Finger My Cunt Thinking About My Husband’s Father and Brother Ruining Me

The taste of rejection still sits heavy on my tongue while I stand at the kitchen sink. Water runs over the plates I scrubbed clean. Three years married to Mark, and every night plays out the same way. I prepared roast chicken with herbs, mashed potatoes, and fresh green beans, the kind of meal meant to stir real hunger in a man. I even wore the pale blue dress he likes, the one that buttons all the way up. After he finished eating I pressed myself against his back and slid my hand down his...