Prologue
It is an unspoken jealousy, the one that women feel towards young girls.
Insecurity is its main root, which is then only amplified by their partners' appreciative glances.
It is only natural, though.
Pretty, blossoming teens are biologically superior, whether the focus rests on their taut, flawless skin or on the freshness of their healthy eggs, making them more desirable to the primal part of a man's brain.
Women are perceptive, though they may not vocalize their observations, they do notice the longing, lustful quick glimpses that their husbands take of those lively, young girls and they know that those lithe, perky bodies will be parading in their men's mind, that they will be the center of many fantasies.
And what can they do about it? They know they can't compete, so they're only left with hope.
Hope that their husbands won't get a taste.
Story was written in 2018, I was 18 and this is the product of, in hindsight, a traumatic experience in my life. I don’t agree with most of what’s in here, but anyway. There also might be typos, and in general I don't like the way I wrote it, but I unfortunately have 0 time to dedicate to rewriting this.
The main character has a complex personality, she’s not unidimensional — like every other real person and unlike many fictional characters — so don’t come for her just because she’s not what you’re used to. You will love her and you will hate her.
She will grow.
Criticizing her behavior is okay, plainly hating on her whilst simultaneously forgetting that you aren’t perfect either will get you a reply from me if I’m in the mood.
No sl*t-shaming will be tolerated, deal with your misogyny like the rest of us.
Thank you for giving it a chance and happy reading 🤍
