Chapter 9 - MY SIZE BECAME EVIDENCEI had always been small.
At five-four, one hundred six pounds, I looked breakable.
I wasn’t.
Still, Ryan used it.
Emails to Linda:
Claire gets overwhelmed physically.
Mom:
She’s always been delicate.
Ryan:
Exactly. She can’t manage house, Ethan, trust paperwork.
Linda:
Then stop letting her pretend.
That word.
Pretend.
I managed a design team remotely.
Raised Ethan.
Handled doctors.
Taxes.
School.
Everything Ryan did not notice because competent women often make work invisible.
Yet my appearance had become an argument.
Frail.
May you like
Young.
Dependent.
