Bailout Plan

Sometimes I wish for a Bailout Plan of my own. Kind of like the government version for Wall Street.

In my plan, someone would come along and provide me with everlasting happiness. Even better, that someone would be a strong, handsome, intelligent, emotionally available male with a lot of loot.

Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending on you look at it), I already had my Mr. Big: the really successful guy who liked to take care of everything. I got to do everything I wanted. It came with a price: my freedom to be who I am and speak my mind.

At what price do we value our freedom?

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