Forced by my Rideshare Driver
"Ok, I'll be there in a half an hour," I said to Mindy over the phone. I then hung up and my rideshare app buzzed to let me know my driver was on the way.
Mindy wanted me to meet her downtown so I could provide moral support for her as she signed her divorce papers. She had gotten married at eighteen, and now at the age of twenty-two, she was already getting divorced. It was sad, but I was glad I hadn't gotten married at eighteen. I was only twenty-one now, and just having a good time working as a nurse's assistant for a nursing home. It paid the bills while I was going to college to be an RN. I was gonna be someone -- someone who helped people, and that made me feel good.
I walked past my body mirror and checked myself out one last time. My blond hair was
