The source

I write because I am clearing my space.

I am mastering my domain.
I am returning to myself.

I do not write for everyone.
I write for the woman who knows — or suspects — she was never meant to be small. Silent. Accommodating.

I write because I am done resenting.
Done waiting.
Done blaming.

I write because I am placing my husband exactly where he belongs — in orbit around me — held by my gravity, powered by my direction, sustained by my receiving.

This is not a story of control.
This is a story of clarity.
Of frequency.
Of placement.
Of power.

This is house-holding.

This is Lai Yin.