My White Husband Still Forgets His Black Wife Doesn’t Have Privilege

And that is the only time we argue

Photo by Good Faces on Unsplash

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…