Before there was “Secretary”

There was my secretary.

I placed an ad. We got to know one another. She taught me about submission. Not actively, as a teacher might, but through the gift of infinite compliance.

Life for her was hard. She went to prison. For a while.¬†And I haven’t seen or heard from her since. (She was ultimately released, got married, and seemingly disappeared.)

I don’t, really, want to be in touch with her. She activated dangerous feelings in me. I cared too much about her, wanted to help her, to protect her. In ways that weren’t good, that weren’t healthy

But, occasionally, her memory resurfaces, like a smell memory, activated by some amorphous atmospheric occurrence, powerfully, overwhelmingly.

wicked wednesday

2 comments

  1. Even relationships that turned out to be unhealthy had moments, sometimes many, when they were not. Being drawn back into those memories is only natural I think.

    Mollyxxx

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