Miss Independent: I Was Raised That Men Were Worthless
They did nothing for me
As my stepfather laid passed out on his dark blue La-Z-Boy, my mother demanded, “Smell him.” I knew I needed to be extra quiet to not awaken the beast.
I needed to smell for beer.
As a crouched over his bloated body, I smelled the sweet familiar scent, and I nodded to let my mother…