Picketfence Stories

"They donot know what goes on inside."

Harriet was promised a fairytale-love, security, and a beautiful life behind the white picket fence. What she got was something else entirely. Greyson wanted the perfect wife, the perfect children, the perfect home. But perfection, for him, meant Harriet sacrificing everything-her dreams, her rest, her very identity. With a toddler on her hip and a newborn crying in the next room, she works full-time, keeps the house spotless, and makes sure dinner is on the table, all while Greyson comes home and props his feet up like a king on his throne. She tells herself this is temporary. That one day, he'll see how hard she's trying. That one day, he'll HELP. But day after day, the weight on her shoulders grows heavier, and Greyson's demands only tighten like a noose around her life. Until one day, Harriet realizes something. This was never THEIR dream. It was always HIS. And she was never part of the picture-just a piece of the scenery, placed neatly inside his perfect little world. But Harriet is done playing house. And this time, when she walks out the door, she won't be coming back. **disclaimer: This story is inspired by Paris Paloma's song Labour.**