My White Husband Still Forgets His Black Wife Doesn’t Have Privilege
And that is the only time we argue
It was early Tuesday morning and my husband and I were rushing. He had kindly offered to drive me to the train station so that I could get my train from Geneva to Paris. I work there during the week. I was happy because there weren’t many public transportation options from my village to the central train station at that ti…
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